Having traveled over 1500 miles in the car and a few hundred more on a ferry, we’re about to begin the northern swing of our trip and head out of Sardegna. I’m sporting 2-week beard and have told and heard just about every story known to man to and from my traveling companions. Still, I’m not sick of them and I don’t think they’re completely sick of me. I’m not tired of traveling, I’m not tired of hotels and I’m not tired of the beach.
The fact is, these are the two people and times that I wish for every time I am away on some trip to some far-flung, God-forsaken post-communist country. Heck, it’s not even the travel with my girls that I miss, it’s just them. (But yeah, the travel is cool.) So, it’s good to know that when we are all together for an extended period, we don’t totally drive each other nuts.
Things are completely fluid in my job right now so we decided to take this trip and really make it count. It has. When we were in the midst of planning, I only had to remind myself that it might one of the last trips we get to take to this part of the world. That help to put things into perspective and has made it easy to check work e-mail on a non-compulsive basis. That’s the only way to live. Besides, it’s really hard to hold a phone in the right hand, scrolling and reading e-mails, while sipping from a Negroni in the left.
Priorities, peeps. Priorities.