|Standing in front of the Musée d'Orsay|
This is where I should be today, well not today since the museum is closed on Mondays, but you know what I mean. :) Driving home from the kid-run this morning, the feeling to travel enveloped me. It does that from time-to-time, I'm used to it. I get these overwhelming urges to just go-go-go. I suspect I got it from my father. He passed when my mom was expecting me, but every once in awhile I hear about his spontaneity, or willingness to just go-go-go, and I'll think, 'ah, that must be where I got it from.' No one in my childhood family likes to travel like I do, most of them don't even like to fly. ;)
My family now, my husband and kiddos, do like to travel, and they enjoy the places we go, but I'm not sure they'd ever plan a trip abroad on their own if I wasn't around. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that they would not (with the exception of my oldest whose wife is half-English, but that's different). I'm the one who pays for the trips (airfare and room), and hubby pays for the meals when we get there. Why do we do it that way? Because I don't mind one iota saving for a trip. In fact, I thrive on it. As soon as we get home from a trip, I start saving for another, even before we know our destination, because I know I'm going to want to go.
Some of our friends and family don't 'get' the travel thing, they can't understand why we take our trips. I'm always surprised at their disdain for international travel, or their lack of support that we want to go. For me, it's the only one thing I'd change in life. I'd have started traveling much earlier, had I known how much it would mean to me. There are so many places to go, so many things to see, learn, experience... and today I wish I was in Paris. I was dreaming of it on that drive home this morning. I could feel it, see the Seine in my mind...and so I came home and pulled out the photo album. And there it is...and the pictures help. A little. I'm still dreaming of our next trip though, and saving. :)