“Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.” -Paul Theroux
I’m getting the travel bug again… just a few months ago I was so exhausted, so jaded and homesick, so over traveler’s diarrhea and malaria fever scares and IV drips at foreign clinics, so hungry for home and family and familiar sights and smells. And yet…
There’s this capacity for selective amnesia; the distressing and banal things about travel are fading. I find myself idly looking at travel guides for Turkey, Albania, Korea.
What about you? Where do you long to go?