I am restless. Not miserable; just restless. I stumble around blindly a newborn critter. It is time for my eyes to be open wide. I have been dealing with my elderly father and his diminishing existence and it makes me crave travel.
We are a band of wanderers. Like gypsies, we do static existence well for only brief periods of time. In each others company, on foreign territory we are at our best, especially while enjoying really good food. It renews our creativity and our drive. My man has been dreaming of the Mediterranean and as long as I can bare my feet and be warm, I am satisfied.
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