I have travelled far less than I intended to in my life. I feel like I have the heart of a backpacker, but never was one. Or maybe I just like to imagine I have the heart of a backpacker because I don’t think I’m *quite* as brave as I would need to be. Either way, I wanted to explore the world.
If you had asked me in my twenties what kind of travel I wanted to do, it was to see and experience new things. I got just a taste of Asia when I lived there in 1999/2000 but wanted to go back and see more. I wanted to explore countries all over the world and learn about them and try new things – even if they were scary.
The idea of all inclusive resorts and cruises had zero appeal because I wanted to be discovering new cultures and trekking around the world. But then I went to an all inclusive and I’ll admit… It was awfully relaxing. I wasn’t bored. I had naps and ate too much food. And I learned the difference between a holiday and travelling.
Then I had kids and the idea of travelling sounded like a lot of work. I was tired. Relaxing sounded better and so I started making all of my travel dreams about holidays and sleeping and sand and drinks and pools and beaches.
I’m not really any less tired as I write this, but I’m realizing that I’m spending a lot of years forgetting to have adventures and I want to stop that. So I’m planning an adventure. It probably won’t be a wild and crazy adventure (like travelling through India, which I want to do, but not yet) but it’ll be an adventure.
To have that adventure I need to save up some money. I also need to figure out where I want to go, what I want to see and how long I’ll be gone. Given the fact that I can’t be gone for months at a time and I’m not ready to bring the kinds on an adventure, I’m thinking maybe Europe would be a good place to start. My mind is spinning at the idea and I’m excited to get going. But I think I’ll still plan for a holiday next year too