Day Twenty-Three

Going to another country never tempted me until the most recent years of my existence. First of all, it’s no secret I don’t like to fly, and I’m a big chicken when it comes to leaving my house, never mind my street or town or state or country. Pathetic right? It’s true though, but the more days I live, the more I wonder about what’s beyond our borders. I’d love to see different customs and, of course, eat all the various foods.

Recently, I have noticed people from different countries are reading my posts. Folks in Ireland, Israel, United Kingdom, and Ecuador to name a couple have seen my words, and it oddly makes me feel like I’m not so contained within these borders so much anymore. My daydreams are more adventurous.

I think of all the countries Roger went to, including Egypt, Germany, and France, to name a few. He loved traveling and talked about his adventures when he was on liberty. He went to a few cold places, too, and even went skiing in Norway. He almost lost an eye ramming into a pine tree. Twice.

Snow has always called to me, so in college I did a report about Iceland for a physical geography course I took at Westfield State. I’ve always been curious about it and thought I would really dive into what’s there. I picture time on remote country sides with less people like the small towns in Ireland or the castles in Scotland. I would die if I had to go on a cruise and the same goes for the beach resorts or vacations where I have to dress fancy. Camping in Iceland, that’s what I want to do.

This post is a simple shoutout to the people in different countries who are reading my words. Thank you for following me and opening my mind’s borders. I’m curious about you. Peace to you and yours.