The subject of my blog could be due to the two cups of coffee I’ve had this morning… or because of a blog I just read. A friend of mine from high school, Chelsea, is traveling the world. Literally around the world, for over a year. I don’t know how she’s paying for this, but everytime I read what she write I think about what it would be like to do what she’s doing.
I would like to call myself a world traveler, but the truth is that I’m not anywhere near that. Sure, I’ve been out of the country multiple times, but they’ve been to the same Western civilization countries. I’m curious to find out how she’s paying for this trip – there is no way I could ever, EVER finance something like that. But, I want to do it so bad. Reading her blogs make me want to stop everything I’m doing and go see the pyramids in Egypt with my own eyes.
I have a trip planned (in my mind) for this summer. I want to go back to England (and see and stay with my friends out there) I want to go to Norway (a first for me), see the running of the bulls in Spain, stay with another friend in France and then go to Austria. The problem is that there are SO many other places I want to go and see, coming back to the states is so hard knowing there are other things to see just within my reach, but damn money gets in the way.
Right now my parents are in Spain and hearing how much fun they are having and how much they’re enjoying what they’re doing makes me overwhelmed with happiness and makes my desire to be out there that much stronger.
I’ll get back out there – hopefully this summer. Heh. Now I can’t even sit still, I’m just going to be daydreaming of different places I want to be.