I know it sounds strange,
but I was thinking this morning about how vacations sneak up on you.Even for those of us who like to think of ourselves as traveling ‘on the fly’
- picking a country and going -
there can literally be months
of pouring over guidebooks,
then adding back again
destinations and points of interest to be included,
comparing hotel and flight prices
and standing in the luggage aisle at your local retailer
talking yourself out of the latest suitcase
with multi-directional revolving wheels -
as if the container that held your clothes and accompanied you for weeks
in Spain, Wales, Scotland or England
isn’t good enough anymore because it’s got ‘wear’.
Then before you know it,
you’re vacuuming the house,
dusting one last time so your dog/house sitter won’t shame you on social media,
trading in dollars for Euros and Pounds
and paying the last round of bills
so if you die in a blaze of glory -
during a plane crash or from driving round the bend on the wrong side of the road -
your kids will have a bit of breathing space
before the bill collectors start hounding them
for money owed.
Things are about as squared away as they’re likely to get.
I took a deep cleansing breath as I left work
and all that’s left
is mulling over what to wear on the plane
and what shoes to take.
I already know that comfort will take precedence over style.
Going to find what the unexplored part of the 41.4% is all about!
There will be drinking involved while I’m there;
there will be pictures when I get back.
Feicfidh mé ar ball sibh.