I have to admit I'm not the world's best traveler. I wish I was. I wish I could pack a bag, hop a flight and roam the world like a nomad, but the older I get the more I realize I'm a homebody. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't love visiting new places and meeting new people and experiencing new things. I'm just not a fan of the actual travel to get to those great locals or the amount of work to get everything back into place when I get home.
Then of course there's worrying about home and the fur babies I've left behind. Will everything be okay while I'm gone? Will the dogs eat? Will they forgive me for leaving in the first place? Seriously, it took my pit bull almost a week to forgive me for being gone so long on our last vacation. Speaking of vacation, here are a couple of sunsets. The first night (with a bit of the moon) and the last night (in order of appearance).
Beautiful, right? But despite all that gorgeousness, I've discovered I'm a fuddy duddy. I'll admit that trip was great, really great! And I doubt I'll ever say no to a Hawaiian vacation. But I'll tell you this... taking a weekender to a family wedding 10 days later, wiped me out completely. It was only 2.5 days from start to finish, but I find myself dreading the next trip I'll take in March. (Okay, so maybe I partied too hard so it's my fault. Hard to say...)
What about you? Do you love to travel? Are you good at it? Got any tips for me? I'm in serious need.