Dream Vacay

Ahhhh, the dream vacation.

Unfortunately, once you’ve had what you held as your dream vacation you want another one.  A different one.  More.

My dream vacation was always a trip to England.  London specifically.  I always dreamed of going to the Tower of London.  And I did!  It was amazing and exactly what I hoped it would be.  Then on to Westminster Abbey.  Amazing.  I got to see Queen Elizabeth’s tomb (is it a tomb?).  I got to see Mary Queen of Scots and Henry the VIII (at Windsor Caste).  Isaac Newton.  On to Stonehenge. So exciting and memorable.  We walked around parts of London.  We rode the train and the took the tube (an experience all its own). We rode on tour busses and discussed American politics.  We ate horrible food and drooled of meat pie. I was in heaven.

We moved on to Scotland, which was my husband’s dream trip.  Funny thing, Scotland was so much more than I expected and parts of me enjoyed it even more than England.  I want to go back so bad I ache for that time to come.  And it will.

Now, though, I dream of other trips.  More. The desire to see new sights, smell new smells, try new foods, roam unknown streets. It burns in me.  I got a taste of travel and it has taken over my life as my biggest joy.  I want to go.  Anywhere.  Everywhere.  I have future trips laid out in my head and research my plans every chance I get even knowing it will be ages before any of these trips come to fruition. 

I have always dreamed of visiting Salem, MA in October.  I don’t know why it is so important to me.  I have to do it to fill this whole in my soul.  And it will happen.

I want to go to see the ruins in ancient Greece.  Olympia, Athens, Crete. (https://www.worldhistoryedu.com/famous-places-in-ancient-greece/)  I want to hop to Italy.  A train, a plane; doesn’t matter.  I want to see the Coliseum, The Trevi Fountain.  I want to eat pasta and walk cobblestone streets.

I would go to Thailand.  Eat street food.  Lounge on the beaches.  See the Buddha.

One day I will make it to New Orleans.  I want to roam the cemeteries and eat beignets. The sweet powdered sugar on my tongue.  Diabetes be damned.  I want to wander aimlessly into occult shops and visit tourist-trap stores and buy trinkets to commemorate my visit.  Take home keepsakes to add to our collection. 

There are so many places to go and see and taste and hear and smell.  I want to touch ancient walls and sip on drinks that I could never find in the life I’ve lived thusfar.  It’s just so much to dream about.  To long for.  So big it seems impossible, but it always seemed impossible to me.  And yet, we’ve done more than I ever dreamt I would.  And we will do more. 

We will return to the places that have touched our hearts and souls.  We will explore new worlds that we never dreamed we would fall in love with. 

One day.