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Friday, June 26, 2009
Oughta Be Outta Here Every now and then I find my want for the open road so great that all I can do is suppress it, lest I compulsively buy a plane ticket and fly away from here. I restrain myself from looking at travel photos, click away from travel blogs and roll my eyes at Departures, that tv show that has most of the world itching from that travel bug bite. Me? I don't itch. I ache. I wrote that a couple months ago when summer seemed too far away to make any dreams of travelling materialize, but here I sit with plans at least a little more concrete than they were. Now? I'm scrambling to get everything done before I take off. For the next two weeks I'll be everywhere between Niagara and Halifax. I've got 27 people from all over Europe coming for a "Canadian Heritage Tour" and by golly - I've got barely two weeks to show them 10 cities in 4 provinces. Post-tour, I fly home and have less than a measly seven hours to get myself ready to fly again - but this time to rural, remote Scotland. I've got my ticket there booked, and my ticket home (from another city in another country) booked - everything in between? I'll figure it out as I go. Six weeks of being on the move ought to soothe that ache of mine... |
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