I've been dreaming lately - rather, let's be honest...I'm
always dreaming - of airports and airplanes, of vintage suitcases and sophisticated travel wear.
For me, travel is at least as much about the journey as the destination. When I was little, I'd start packing the minute I found out about the next family vacation. And though I tend to pack at the last minute these days, the process is still pure joy.
I love being at the airport...enjoying a pre-flight cappuccino whilst watching people from all over the world rushing by. I imagine their lives, their destinations.
I relish my existence within that energy, that time between the departure and arrival when, suspended between two dots on the map, anything is possible. I don't just love traveling, I really love it. All of it. Delays and train strikes, lost luggage, misguided directions. I'll take the good and the bad, and with a smile on my face.
I may be the only person who purposefully chooses flights with the greatest number of stopovers, only for the chance to experience a new city, no matter how briefly.
Because I am a gypsy at heart. And traveling, experiencing both the journey and the destination, is as vital as the air I breath.
For a great post about investing in quality luggage, read this. And check out this post for a beautiful constructed packing list.
Where are you itching to travel?