Travel journals should never have empty pages.
I’ve been downright domestic lately — on many levels — and can take it only so much longer.
The lock on travel must be unlatched:
The anticipation of the journey ahead rising, as the cover is flipped open:
Hopeful pages await the stories to unfold:
There are many pages to hold stories stitched in this book. This book that remains closed … for now:
And that is wanderlust.
On my very short list right now: India (of course!), Istanbul, Tuscany (again, in the fall next time), Morocco, Myanmar, Indonesia.
What’s on yours?