I do know where the wanderlust comes from – spent my entire childhood with my head in a book, or more likely thousands of books all set in places more exotic or interesting than home. Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are ultimately responsible for this photo. And the ones I will take in Moscow one day. Hopefully in the dead of winter.
Funny, now that I’ve knocked the big rocks off, I’m not so fussed about where I go as long as I go somewhere. I mean, really, there are so few places I am not interested in going – and most of those I’ve already been to.
I don’t recommend Paris – at least not the Paris I visited one stinking hot August when all the French who could get out of town had left, and those remaining were sick to death of the millions of tourists. I might go back to Paris one day. Between October and March only. Everyone deserves a second chance. At least it will be cold enough that the dogshit and human urine won’t be quite as fragrant. And I didn’t make it to the Musee D’Orsay, which is a really big rock. We went on Tuesday as we were departing on Wednesday. It’s closed Tuesdays.
Suva, on the other hand… I’d either have to be handcuffed or on a stretcher to set foot there again.
But I digress…I’m supposed to be dreaming of the upcoming trip, not waxing wistful or woeful about travels past, at least not right now.
It’s Mexico this time. And Panama, Gautemala, Costa Rica, Colombia and Aruba. Sailing through the Panama Canal twice!
I hadn’t really thought about going there – Central America was “on the list,” but a someday destination, not a “must get there asap” destination. But like I said, apart from London – which I’m saving for the day I have a good friend or relative living there so I don’t have to pay for accommodation – I’ve covered off my heart’s desire. Now my heart desires whatever presents itself as a bargain.
There it was, a 28 night cruise. Beautiful ship, roomy cabin with a view and a spectacular itinerary at a price I could not believe. My only regret is we will not be going to Belize, which I have longed to see for as long as I can remember. The ship is cruising west to east (and back) so there is no convenient way of squeezing it in. Some things must remain ‘on the list.’
So much research to do. I’ll be spending nine days in Mexico – Tijuana, Acapulco, Puerto Vallarta, Los Cabos, La Crucecita and San Cristobal de Las Casas which seems like a reasonable taste. Last time I was in Mexico I was 12 and only made it as far as Nuevo Laredo – though I did get to see a bullfight, which might have something to do with my inability to eat beef to this day.
Leaving in six weeks – I’d better get a move on. And dammit! I’d better finish processing those photos from Cochin, India I took back in September. More time! More time!
And more travel.