I love travel. I feel like I have not done enough of it. I have certainly traveled more than a large number of Americans but not nearly enough for my tastes. While I love travel, I am starting to despise more and more traveling by air. It is getting way less dignified each day. I’m still holding onto hope for teleportation.

Regardless, I am doing several small trips this year, having been to Key West, Puerto Rico, and Washington, DC. And, I hope to do more. The year is only slightly more than half way done. And, that is where I found myself this weekend. A long weekend for my son’s birthday celebration. We went to a coastal town so that he can get sun and quality pool time. It’s what he likes. Although, he is not necessarily a beach goer. He used to be when younger and when we lived in San Francisco. Go figure.

We went away for four days. Now that may seem like a very quick trip. Well, it wasn’t necessarily so. Let me put it this way, I went to the front desk at 7am my third day and asked whether I could check out without penalty. It was a no-go. This has happened to me previously when I have felt that the trip was one day too long. I’m going to have to check my psychology books to see if this a recognized phenomenon. I plan and don’t plan trips. When I went to Hong Kong, I knew I wanted to go to Macau but I didn’t plan beforehand which day that would be. But I figure out beforehand all the things I can do in my given time. Then I get there and I accomplish them with great efficiency. Subsequently, I am left with one day where I am not too sure what to do and with a lingering feeling that I could have gone home that day. Cause once the trip is done, I want to be home.

In this trip, we did manage to find a neighboring quaint town where I got a most delicious risotto. We also managed to go to an island where we caught wild horses. Not bad. I felt fulfilled. However, I could have gone home. The moral of the story? I actually don’t know. It could be make the most of any situation. I certainly did. But why have to?