Ach.

I have the travel bug.

Jen just emailed me pics of her friend's trip to the Grand Canyon, and I so have to be there now.
BUT WAIT Why go there when I could be lounging on some remote South Polynesian Island?
BUT WAIT Why go there when I could be siting in a thermal pool in Iceland.
BUT WAIT Why go there when I could be yodeling in Switzerland.
BUT WAIT Why go there when I could be snorkelling in Thailand
et cetera et cetera et cetera...

Where should I go.

We have planned a (dirty - heeeee) weekend in romantic Old Quebec City which will, of course, be fabulous. It's like a wee version of historic Paris, or Whitechapel or pretty much any of Medievel Europe, all windy (that's wind as in to wind a clock) streets and hidden gems... It's been a whole year since we've been together... (aaaah)

But I need travel. I crave travel... partly for travel's sake. I love showing up at the airport, checking in and going through security. There's the anticipation of what's to come. The fact that you step into a metal tube in Canada and you get out and you're somewhere completely different. Unless you're flying to Ottawa. *shudder*. ANd for all the dehydration and babies that wail for the entire flight there is still that buzz about who you're going to see first at the other end. Is the customs guy likely to shoot you. That kind of thing.
Then there's the culture. Whether you're going to timbuktu or Toronto, it's different. You immediately contrast and compare. I love to immerse yself in it. soak it up and be. Like one of them. I hate to be a conspicuous tourist, golf tan and sandals with socks. Not I.

Gah. Even writing this is making my feet itchy...

Anyhoo...

In 'brother News':

I spoke to his wife last night. He is no better. But also no worse. He is angry. He just wants to be well. The needle they use fo the drip caused some infection in not one but both of his hands (they apparantly swapped hands). So they have inserted it into his arm while his hands heal.

I really wish I could be there. But he assures me that he's fine and doesn't need us. I still don't believe him.

Maybe I should take that vacation in London.

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