No matter how many websites you peruse or how knowledgeable your travel provider is, finding that place only the locals know happens only when you ask a local.
Dry off your feet and wander a bit among the crowds for some local flavor.
Wander through the doorway marked “Novelties” and you are greeted by sparking, tiled logos glistening along the walls, reminding visitors of the heyday of train travel.
I’ve seen people who claimed to not be able to speak any English suddenly become quite fluent just by showing them I am trying to use their language.
The last grad I knew was a few years ago. I bought him a bag to use when he travels and delivered it with a quote that I love: Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer.
I’m simply champing at the bit to walk down the jetway onto a jumbo jet, settle into my seat and snooze across an ocean for an international adventure, but I am leery about countries having to shut down suddenly due to a surge in this virus.
I lifted the out of the box and read the gold words: “For fast relief of the incurable desire to travel.”
There I was, halfway through my first cup of caffeine, thinking about travel.
I feel a little like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. I feel like I’m ready to flex my wings, warm and dry them in the sun and feast on all the world has to offer.
When faced with a weekend day, a sunny forecast and nothing particularly pressing scheduled, we flip a coin, grab a map and go exploring.