I love to travel, - how many times can I start a blog entry with that phrase? It reminds me of a blogger who often opened with "Guido and I were in bed the other night." I do like getting out and seeing the world. Most of my travel is work, I have a grueling work trip coming up soon, 6,000 miles, two cities, in four days - I will spend as many hours flying as I will in meetings - and I also get to spend a couple of nights in one of the finest hotels in the world - I will talk about that later. I also have all of the plans in place for a nice vacation, airline tickets, hotel reservations, and train tickets have been booked for a couple of weeks in Italy - a vacation for me - and boy do I need it. How do I know I need it?
Little things get me angry - my patience with idiots is nearing an all time low - it is time for a break.
I can't remember the last time I relaxed and forgot about work - it is time to get away.
I am bored with my surroundings - I don't always look up to take in the wonders around me.
I am missing details in the familiar - when did the guy in office next to me become Chief Revenue Officer?
I need inspiration to spark my creativity - travel always does this for me - a vacation really feeds my soul.
So, it is time for me to double check the passport, dig out my stash of Euros, pack a bag, charge the camera batteries, load a couple of good books on the kindle and head for the airport. My advice to a friend the other day, don't wait until you can to travel, travel while you can. I have worked with a lot of people near the end of life, they have a lot more regrets about what they put off doing and never got to do, than they do about what they have done.