Sunday, February 21, 2010
In a few weeks, we are going to Italy... to the Amalfi Coast. So, what am I worried about? When it comes to traveling, I worry about everything. The long flight. Making our connections. The weather. What to pack? I always get nervous when anticipating a trip. Suddenly, staying at home in familiar surroundings looks better to me.
See these photos? It's beautiful there, isn't it? Most people would be eager to go. I am worried about my cats. I am worried about leaving my house. I am worried that I am packing all the wrong things. I am worried about not being able to communicate in a foreign language.
Don't get me wrong. Once I get to where I'm going I always have a wonderful time. I love seeing the world. I relax and enjoy everything and go with the flow. It's just the anticipation that gets to me. I always have to go through this. I drive my husband crazy during the weeks before a trip. "Oh, maybe we shouldn't go." "How much money would it cost us to cancel?" I get this tendency from my father. He was always nervous before we took off on a family vacation. He would fret and worry, wringing his hands and not sleeping at night, thinking of everything that could go wrong. What a legacy! But I know I will go; I always do. And I know I will have a wonderful time; I always do. It helps just to write about it.