Eight international trips in twenty-six years isn’t a lot by today’s standards but, for a woman of her time and circumstances, it represented a concerted effort to experience new lands and cultures.

I am 54. I have taken one international trip. Period. Will I take another before I die? I honestly don't know! Dan and I have never talked seriously about a trip. Ever.

I read the above at Lawrence Dillon’s blog and it’s not really a travel blog. Check it out.

Meanwhile I think I’ll spend a little time feeling sorry for myself.

Okay. Done now. I think I just wasn’t meant to travel. Or go on vacations. Go figure.