Many years ago, travel always got me excited; I couldn't wait to pack my bags and go. Now, I wait until the very last moment to scramble and get my stuff ready and my enthusiasm of days past is no where to be found inside my luggage.
I still enjoy it, but I might have overstretched my capacity at moving around during my jet-setting years. I have become a “home-buddy”, a trait I neither sought nor wanted to be associated with in the old days...
As time unravels, it does irreversible damage and must erode our adventurous leanings. These days, the only ways I travel superbly are in my car, on my mountain bike and of course – on my skis!
Thursday, April 2, 2015
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