I had one “plan” for Spring Day today: see if my razor is capable of navigating through the forrest that I have been growing all over my body. Of course, that didn’t happen because it’s too damn cold today and I’m pretty sure all that fuzz is actually keeping me warmer than usual. Instead of the evening with my usual – tv/ipadding/tea – I found myself on Google, investigating costs for trips – sans tv! I reckon it’s time to plan a new adventure, even if I can’t take it anytime soon. I imagine that it is in all the not planning that all these things that we want to happen don’t. If that doesn’t sound particularly profound it is because it isn’t. And yet? Well…and yet the plans are hardly ever made because we’re always waiting for one bloody thing or another. Bugger it. My head is too buzzy for waiting. And so I’m making plans and checking out hotel prices and silly things like that.
But even though I’m in the very dreamy stages of planning right now, what I want to know is:
Where are the weird places to go? The quaint and quirky and wonderful?
Where is the most interesting place you have ever been?
I’m thinking of Prague.
I’m thinking of Cambodia.
I’m thinking of Bhutan.
I’m thinking of Nepal.
I’m thinking of Colombia.
I’m thinking of Italy.
I’m thinking of Iceland.
Where are you thinking of?