Travel is like dieting. How many of us have tried the cabbage soup diet, going carb-free or the ‘I won’t eat till the dress fits’ system? Each has its merits, I imagine, if only for the short-term, but according to specialists, the only one that ever truly seems to work is the full life-change. Not only a diet for a purpose, but a change of mind-set and choices is what tends to do the trick.
For me, travel has had the same effect. For years I tried to grab any second that I could to go on an adventure. Driving to Maine (from NY) for lunch one day, jetting to California for a weekend or spending a long Thanksgiving weekend in London. As a teacher for the past 16 years, I traveled on those long-awaited yet most expensive holiday breaks leaving as close to the ringing of the last bell and returning a few short hours prior to seeing my students at 7 am on that first Monday morning back. No matter the distance, I squeezed in as much as I could to get the most time out of that holiday. The most insane of them all was going from NY to New Zealand for eight days one December break-but ridiculous as it may have been; I met my husband on that trip. Read the rest of this entry