One day

I know what you mean, Mona, I feel the same when I see a jet contrail. And there are times, driving to work, oh, the desire to just keep going and going, until I reach the beach! But I am too good, and stop at the office instead.

When I was a kid, I thought that people sat in that long stream of airline smoke! If you want to take a real trip - plan one - it's very easy - you can go a mile up the road or clear across the world but you have to at least plan a bit ahead...set it as a priorty! A trip is a trip. Salud,

I have often had that feeling, especially since moving from Denmark to the USA, which is so BIG, and has such a varied landscape and culture. I sometimes dream of just packing a bunch of stuff in the car and taking off on a round-the-country tour to visit all the people I've met and gotten to know over the past 20 years, both through work and cyberspace... and I realize that the trip would take me a couple of years...

Someday, you will go.

I love the feeling of freedom and the promise and hope that a wish like that holds within its borders. Very lovely, Mona.

Faith - I am the same way, but for sake of sanity one should do it on occasion, but I blame on the way we're are brought up as girls in the society, we must do the right thing.

Mariana - I did do that last year. I went to Guatemala for 8 weeks. I do usually go away to a Spanish speaking country once a year, however this past year I have been waiting for my boyfriend to come over from Guatemala, and so I have not been able to plan anything.

Peter - I have so many dreams on where I want to go; Australia for one, USA on a road trip, Africa, South America from Columbia to Brazil, Papua New Guinea, Egypt with my nieces and nephews, India to visit old colleagues from work. You see that this would take a lot of my time as well. That why we here in Denmark say, that work takes too much of our free time. ;O)

Kathryn – It's exactly the feeling and sense of freedom I'm talking about.

Thank you all for commenting!

Mona, I like to plan last minute trips but they aren't as spontaneous as just picking up my keys and driving somewhere far and away. It's a nice thought, though. You should make it a goal of yours to do it!

Mona - it's the Norseman in you! I love to travel myself although I have not made the same connection with the plane's jet trail. Maybe I've been in too many of them but unlike traveling by car or train (or sometimes boat) you are removed from the trail in a jet - above it all, killing time until you get to your destination.

Laurie, you are right it's never going to be as spontaneous as one could want it, but I cannot plan everything in advance. Last year when I went to Guatemala, I knew that I was going but didn't buy the ticket until a month before (which is late when going long distance) I never have a hotel upon arrival; I just go with the flow. My sisters (older) are both scared out of their minds when the baby in the family travels. I have no specific plan for the time I'm there. Last time I could only see new thing, all though you do end up going to one or two places you've already been. But that's nice too.
As long as its not all repetition. But by land it's very difficult to take of on a moments notice when you don't own a car, and you car only go so far on your bike before your b... start to hurt! ;O)

Dennis, do you mean I have connected with the souls of the old Vikings searching still for unknown territory. Perhaps you're right. I do like the thought. I just think that you feel so much more alive when on the road; you SEE more, that in the everyday life. Anything can turn into a momentum when travelling. A conversation; a chair; a park; the water; the flowers; the traditions: anything.

Thank you both for stopping by!

mona! i always want to go somewhere, every single day! :) but reality isn't as easy as that, is it??

Jessie you're so rigth, the every day life kick in and pulls us back again, ahh, but the dreams are what keeps us alive!

I know what you mean here. When I was young, my father often encouraged me to take a long walk off a short pier, and I've had the wanderlust ever since. Luckily, in New England, it's easy to reach borders (of other states, and even of Oh, Canada! if you drive long enough...

I like the "One Day" term you coined for this.