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.
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