Do you feel a little twitter in your tummy while planning a trip? Or does your heart start to race a little when your plane descends onto the tarmac of a runway in a land you’ve never stepped foot on before? I do. It’s so exciting to start a new adventure. I do remember falling in love all those years ago, and I do think that I’m constantly falling in love with new places, faces, sights, foods, languages, new ways of just getting around. Oh, and lots of cheese!
Just yesterday, we were exploring a little more of a city not too far from our town but across the border. We’ve lived here for a year and yet have only been to this town once before. Why is it that the closest places are the ones we never get to? For me, I always think I can do that anytime.
Here’s how it went:
We drove into the city, and as the car was slowing down on the cloverleaf exit, I sat up in my chair, on alert!
As we were driving to the brewery where we had tickets booked for a tour, we passed the train station and I got all excited. It was a stunning piece of architecture, and I yelled, “I’ve got to photograph that building next time we come!”
After the brewery, we searched for the restaurant where we wanted to eat lunch. I almost snatched the menu from the waitress’ hand since I couldn’t wait to see the local specialties that had brought me here!
As a blogger, I’m supposed to take a photo of all of my meals that are new foods, local dishes, but no! I am always so excited, I forget, dig right in and take a bite. Then I remember my job at hand, try to glamorously rearrange the food so it looks a little bit like it was when it was delivered and snap a photo or two.
Do you see the pattern? Travel excites me. It makes me tingle. I love it!
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