As the days start to get warmer, I get the vacation bug. The irrepressible longing to wander. This happens every year. I begin to plan a dozen possible trips -- some I will take, most I won’t.
I just love thinking about all of the possibilities.
Girls weekends
Trips with the kids and grandkids
Solo trips to relax and recharge.
I plan them all.
TripAdvisor
Airbnb
“10 Best Places to…” articles.
I love searching and dreaming.
Maybe a girls weekend to New Orleans. I’ve never been, but have always wanted to go. The French Quarter, hurricanes, and blues? A definite possibility.
A trip to Disney with the kids and grandbabies? A house with a pool and lots of bedrooms. Not this year, the baby’s too small. But maybe in 2 years.
A condo in Clearwater? Visits with friends and family who live in Florida. Long days on the beach and nights around a backyard fire.
A beach house on the Oregon coast? Endless walks on the sprawling beaches, and eating seafood every day.
These and 50 other ideas come into my head, and off I go with IPad in hand, dreaming again.
Maybe even think bigger this year. Europe? Hmmm. Wait, what about Paris?! Why not dream big? TripAdvisor, here I come.