I have a fever, but Tylenol won’t help. I have an itch, but scratching won’t bring me relief. I am burning up with the desire to go somewhere. I have been home since the end of July. (I know, you are thinking, cry me a river).
I don’t want much, I just want someone else to be in charge of dinner choices. I want to see things I’ve never seen. I want to browse the shops in foreign lands (even though I don’t really buy anything, it’s just fun to look).
The cruise companies are not helping me at all. My mailbox is stuffed with offers. My email overflows with offers. If I can go now, next week, next month I will save, save, save. I cannot go next week, or next month, or anytime in the near future. Sigh . . . it makes me sad to delete the temptations from email or recycle the brochures showing me how happy everyone is on a cruise. I know that happiness, I’ve been there. (I think I’d like a little cheese, with my whine now.)
But for now I can only study the booklets and dream of the day when I can cruise the rivers in Europe. Sail around the British Isles. Explore the Great Barrier Reef and see more of Australia. Visit China to walk the Great Wall and be amazed by the Terracotta Warriors. Travel down the coast of South America with a quick stop in Antarctica. These are a few of the cruises that are calling me to come play. One day these trips will be checked off the bucket list. Then it will be time to make another list. Hmmm . . . I wonder what will entice me next?