You can run but you can’t hide—that is true. I’ve been mentally running since I closed out the year of 2016 with the Women’s March on Washington in January 2017. I’ve been running, through reading and movies and ridding myself of cable television, from the reality of the embarrassing and probably dangerous guy in the White House.
Now it’s almost April of this nerve-wracking year of 2017. I am partially okay because I’ve switched my head back to travel mode.
“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.” said Susan Sontag. I scroll through travel quotations every so often and this is one of my favorites. Every time I realistically admit, I am too old and my finances too limited to reach all 197 or so countries in the world, and think I’ve settled that issue forever, another possibility crops up.
For example, I desire to know neighborhoods –as in Eastern Europe or the Middle East or Southern Africa. Of course, to get to know any one of those neighborhoods, I am forced to visit several countries! You see how this could become addictive. Like the old Lay’s Potato Chips slogan, “Bet you can’t eat just one!”—I’ll bet you can’t stop at just one country or region once you’ve sampled traveling!
Apparently I have very itchy feet. Once, on some lengthy trip I picked up Athlete’s Foot. My feet would itch like mad, I’d apply ointment, and all would be well — for awhile. Then I’d wake up in the middle of the night with the return of the most annoying and persistent itchiness imaginable. The only relief was more ointment. So when a lust for travel is referred to as “itchy feet” that’s quite apt—travel being the ointment for one particular itch—in my Mind? Brain? Soul? In my essential Me? The maps all over my apartment are the first step—the ointment is being applied.