I'm not the biggest traveler. Sure, I have Canada, Mexico, Japan and most of Western Europe under my belt, but I haven't been outside the US in seven years. My next out-of-the-country destination is Australia or New Zealand. But I'll have to figure out how to handle a fourteen hour flight since becoming afraid of flying about four years ago. Well, not so much the flying part, but the turbulence part. I hate that.
I do enjoy traveling, though at this point I am bothered by the impact that both air travel and driving make on this planet. Taking trains more often would be great, though it seems it's not quite as simple as having your own car with a bed. Plus I can't take a train to Australia. I'm still waiting for the bullet train to Vegas. Not that I go to Vegas more than once every four years or so, but still, maybe if they built the train they wouldn't need to build an extra airport (honestly, who's heard of building one airport so close to another?).
I just finished a book I picked up at a used book store in Solvang (travelling!) that was called "I Should Have Just Stayed Home." It's a bunch of short stories, true short stories, about nightmare travel situations. Delayed flights, kidnappings by the local authorities, getting sick, getting injured. It's a strange book to read, because it makes one want to both not travel and travel at the same time. It reminds you of all the awful things that can happen when you go to another country, but at least those people are LIVING, you know?
On the other hand, it's not like I've exhausted my options in LA. I've never been to the Tar Pits, Beachwood Canyon or that pier where pelicans think they're people. I have a lot more exploring to do before I leave town to find other adventures ... but, still - Australia. I'm a comin' for ya.
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