Most of my readers know that I was hoping to accompany Mark on a trip to London over the weekend. And most of you know that didn’t work out. It turned out to be a weekend spent waiting for flights and hoping, but not knowing, when a return to home-sweet-home would be. Other than missing my family terribly, I didn’t mind though. (As long as I found reasonable gate agents- is that really too much to ask?? Some of you really need to consider a career change!)
Why? Travel is just in my blood. Somehow, someday, I have to figure out the means to either profit monetarily from it, or the means to pay for more of it. Any suggestions greatly appreciated~ resort critic… food critic… hotel critic………….. :)
I just read this article on one of the travel blogs I follow (tripbase.com), that couldn’t describe me any better- It’s the exact same thoughts I have almost all of the time, and never put into words. Thank you tripbase.com for making me realize I’m not alone, while most people think I’m crazy :)
Look out London-- (or Paris or Rome or Madrid….) next year, you’re mine!