Come april...

I've got the traveling bug, and it is eating me alive. I want to hop on a train and sit in the window seat, my hand on the glass and a world whirling by me. I want to go somewhere hot, and dry, different from here, which is always slightly damp. I want mountains, and canyons, but I also want cities and sunsets.

Soon, Siri-bug, soon. Ne t'inquiete pas.

I am going to go here:

And here...

and here: 

I can't wait.