As a child, getting away was a summer occurrence. We would go to the Algarve and from there we would go to Spain for a day. It was exciting stuff, it made me love to travel. Many years later, I moved to Scotland and now my getting away is, at the same time, going back home.
I started exploring more my own country, when I’m back. Getting away from Glasgow wasn’t just going back to Lisbon, but to explore Portugal either by revisiting places I hadn’t been to since my childhood or to go to completely new ones.
I then got the bug for planning trips. London was the first one and I was underwhelmed. Apart from the Museums, there was little of London that I truly enjoyed. The experience made me think of Paris again and off we went. Now, Paris is definitely my kind of city.
The furthest I’ve gotten away was Japan. Planning it took me a few years and it was so wonderfully special we vowed to go back as soon as we could. We’ve done it and some places in Japan are just like old friends. We miss them as such.
Before the pandemic started, getting away implied more than going to Lisbon and back. A mini tour to Andalucia, a road trip to York. The travelling bug securely passed on to our son, who enjoys exploring new places as much as we do.
There were other plans, abandoned for now. Since Feb 2020 we didn’t travel at all until a couple weeks ago. We are lucky to live in a country were getting away is getting away from it all. The great outdoors are simply majestic.
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