Friday, July 15, 2011
I've alway appreciated quotations, particularly concise quips that read like a poetic mantra by which to live. The 42 country stamps in my passport attest to the comings and goings of a self-proclaimed global citizen. But a victim of wanderlust? Hardly. This oft-diagnosed condition may cast an inaccurate reflection of the intentions of a well-seasoned traveller. I'm not dealing with high school crushes anymore--I'm in wanderlove. Love makes the world go round and so does an overnight bus to Oslo, Norway. Perhaps, travel is like summer camp for adults: an opportunity to make new friends, learn new skills, and be in love with languid humid days. This isn't my first trip and won't be my last as a traveling bon vivant.