Travel urges….

As I am scrolling through my timeline on Facebook, I have come upon a photo of Switzerland. This small village is nestled in the valley, with high cliffs surrounding it. A waterfall plummets to the earth off one of the rock faces at the back of the village. To me, it is a beautiful area. A place where one can find tranquility from the problems of the world.

I wonder how long that feeling lasts.

It makes me want to travel. To put miles on this old body of mine and go places I have never been. Judging from this photo, the peace one may find here would be fleeting. After all it’s a village, which means neighbors, town councils, and government. Any tranquility would surely be taxed into oblivion.

Still, I want to go.

Perhaps, I should invest the rest of my life becoming the middle-aged Johnny Quest. My knees don’t work, I suffer from migraine headaches, and it takes forever to get going. However, when I get some momentum built up, watch out!

There is so much to see and do in this great big world of ours. I am waiting for the weather to warm up on a consistent basis before I call an end to my hibernation. While my winter nap is in effect, I want to invest in a camera. When spring arrives, I will go on an expedition in search of old bridges. Hopefully, it will be the first of many trips this year.

I was once told, “life is meant to be lived.” Well, it may have taken me some time to grasp the concept, but I have finally received the memo. It is time to throw caution to the wind and see where the road will take me (as soon as my power nap is over!)

Until next time,

Freeman

14 February 2020

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