I keep thinking about vacation. A coworker just came back from a monthlong sojourn to Thailand, another one is in Vegas, still another is headed to San Francisco, my roommate just got back from Israel, my parents just returned from a Caribbean cruise, and I have so many relatives in Iceland. I am surrounded by people who travel, and I love it, but it makes me itch for a trip of my own.
Even if I weren’t the current resident of a persistent gloom-cloud, I’d be dying to get away. I think 13-17 years of the more or less standard school schedule really puts you in the mood for spring break, long after you’re floating around in adulthood.
So…where would you go, if you could hop a flight today with no strings attached?
My first pick is New Zealand. It has every climate and season virtually at once in two islands, and is about as far away from Chicago as you can get without actually entering space. Its people are adventurous, laid-back, and welcoming (from the ones I know), and it allegedly isn’t as full of things that will kill and eat you as Australia.
All jokes aside…the land is just. So. DAMN. BEAUTIFUL. I picture myself (and my boyfriend of course; he deserves a vacation too & this is my dream vacation so in my scenario he is just as jazzed about it as I am) in a tiny rental house on the coast, splitting time between the beaches and the mountains. And also Middle-Earth.
Secondly, I want to go back to Iceland.
I went with my family in the summer of 2006 and even though I hadn’t been there since I was a very small child, I felt at home. So many relatives (we are a large family on a small island!) and jaw-dropping sights. At night I felt like I could see the whole world.
Happy Monday, as happy as Monday can be xx