Wanderlust

I want to see more of the world.
The movies I've been watching recently are encouraging this.
So are the boards I'm following on Pinterest.
My bank account is not.

Dang.

At least - not yet.
I have plans.
I have dreams.
I don't have a plane ticket, but it's only a few clicks away.

I watched "Letters to Juliet" and "My Life in Ruins" this past week. Now I want to spend a month in Tuscany wandering the countryside, and go swimming in Santorini - although that's not actually where they were in Greece.
I didn't say I made complete sense.

Wanderlust. It's one of my many quirks. I'm pretty sure it's genetic. The past several generations of my family have had wandering spirits - and spring is coming. Spring, when the world is waking up and changing, looking around and buying a new dress, flirting with Summer and just about ready to fall in love.
Spring brings a resurgence of all my daydreams and madly invented adventures.
Spring shakes off the shackles of routine, or tries to, and gets wound up in new people and new ideas.
Spring makes my mother and me want to go house hunting.
We don't even live together anymore.
We still both react the same way to Spring.

Anybody wanna go for a road trip?

Mountain top stop on a group road trip from last year