As a child, I spent an inordinate amount of time flipping through National Geographic and snipping the photos of places that I had to visit in my life or planning my backpacking across Europe route approximately a million times. I grew up fascinated by the color, culture, and life that existed in so many different places. I was incredibly lucky to have a mother who had as much of a travel bug as I did,and who would take us on "educational field trips" every summer with her friends. (Once a teacher, always a teacher. Who else would take their decidedly less-excited children on the entire trek of Lewis and Clark? My mom, that's who.) While I may have slightly resented some of these trips, (Amana colony, I'm looking at you,) they lit a fire in my to continue to explore and appreciate the amazing things that surround us in this world.
Lately, I've been feeling the pull of the open road, the whisper of a new adventure at my front door. As a kid I assumed that once i was grown up, I'd be an explorer, someone who has stepped foot in every country, knows a handful of languages (and how to appropriately curse in said languages,) and is constantly on the go, out the door, for a new adventure. As an adult, I am all too aware of bills, and commitments, and a pitiful amount of vacation days (c'mon America, get with the program!) but I still have that insatiable desire to go, see, and do. While most of us will have to do with dreaming and saving all those dolla bills, here's a little dose of wanderlust for your Monday afternoon.
Santorini, Greece (image via here)