Last night was a restless, sleepless night. I do not know why. I tossed and turned and sleep just would not come. This does not happen often, but when it does, I just succumb. There was nothing troubling me and indeed I was tired, but somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, something was stirring.
I got up and worked on my family genealogy a bit. I found a few errors in my family tree and worked to correct those. It is so easy to go down a rabbit hole when chasing people you do not know. I found a few genealogy pages from Ireland and England (where the majority of my ancestors originated) and spent some time chasing names and dates and found nothing conclusive.
At that point I was too tired to focus so I started fantasizing about a trip I would love to take. Somewhere distant but somewhere that calls to me. I have not been to a lot of places overseas, but what little I have traveled, I enjoyed immensely.
We have been to Switzerland, Venice, and Portugal. I searched for a few blogs people had written about the places I have visited. People seemed so disappointed in places that intrigued me. I wonder if there is not a certain element of the population who cannot be pleased.
I spent some time looking at possible trips to take — nothing serious, just looking. I spent some time browsing the trips organized by the Smithsonian Institution. They have trips to some common destinations for U.S. travelers and some less frequently visited destinations. I was intrigued by several trips. I am not sure we would take an organized tour or plan something ourselves, but it was fun to peruse their catalog.
If you would like to browse, click here.
When we traveled on prior trips, we had someone organize them because there is so much that we did not know. It was a good decision.
Right now we are not planning a trip. I am just having a little wanderlust.
“I need to move around a bit.
To shuffle my surroundings.
To wake up in cities I don’t know my way around and have conversations in languages I cannot entirely comprehend.
There is always this tremendous longing in my heart to be lost, to be someplace else, to be far far away from all of this.”