I have spread my
dreams
beneath your feet.
Tread softly because
you tread on my
dreams.
~ W.B. Yeats
I think I'm a
reincarnated traveler, or an explorer from a different time. I would follow the
migrating birds if I could fly. I always have to see what is around the next bend and I'm never satisfied until I beg my husband to come with me on my next madcap adventure. The pleasure I get from planning and dreaming
about traveling almost....yes almost... gives me the same pleasure as stepping off of the
plane onto a small hot tarmac in a faraway land. I also dream
up small everyday adventures around my home in an effort to satisfy my urge to be traveling. It's an addiction that I cannot explain. I have decided that the winter has won the battle. I want to be warm so I'm trying to find the perfect island destination.....hmmmm,
where will it be.....



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