On travel

This post is written as part of the 6 Weeks of Bliss Challenge, hosted by Bliss Connect. I am not being compensated in any way for writing this other than being given an interesting topic that actually makes me want to write, and all thoughts expressed here are my own.

I love to travel. I have always loved to travel. By plane, train, or automobile, I just love the adventure of packing yourself up and going somewhere different.

I think it probably started at a very young age. My mother took me to England to see my grandmother for the very first time when I was less than six months old and the rest is pretty much history. Every other summer until I was six, we'd go back to England to visit Grandma, Then, starting with my seventh summer, on alternating years, I'd be packed up to go and visit my father's parents in Hawaii. Yes, it was a rough existence for a sensitive child. (Ha!)

I have been a little obsessed with the new television show, PanAm, because it reminds me of what it was like to travel when I was a child. We always had to dress nicely for the plane, the stewardesses were glamorous, and they served you meals on real china with silverware. While very little of that in-flight experience still exists today - sometimes I wonder if my fellow passengers have even showered - my love of traveling still sparkles brightly.

This year I've been blessed to take several great trips - Spring Training in Phoenix with Mick in February, Fitbloggin in Baltimore in May, a visit with Candace in Davis in June, Disneyland for a 5K in September followed by Disneyland for Thanksgiving just last month - and they've all been wonderful. My travel for the year isn't over yet, though, as I've got a trip next week to the Lake Austin Spa Resort in Austin, Texas for almost a week courtesy of my dear friend, Tracy.

On Monday night, I'll fly to Dallas to meet up with Tracy and stay overnight before we catch our plane to Austin on Tuesday morning. Tuesday just after noon we'll arrive at the resort and my brain will completely shut off to anything except relaxation and happiness until Friday night when they'll kick us back out to reality and a one night stay at a hotel in Austin. Saturday morning we'll both fly off on our separate ways and I'll be home by noon on Christmas Eve.

To be able to climb into a metal tube and be transported to a completely different place is still magic to me. Even with all of the post-9/11 security and the cutbacks on civility and elegance en route, I feel a little tingle of anticipation just before a trip begins and my memories of the experience linger long after I'm back home again.


Melissa R. said…
Lake Austin Spa is a place we've considered going! I am so happy to hear you are going and will hopefully give us the scoop---good AND bad!

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