Like most people, my travel has been severely limited this past month and for the foreseeable future. I was scheduled to have already been to Beaujolais in France, I would have been heading to California this week, and then South America at the end of the month. Perhaps the most disappointing? I was due to attend the Giro d’Italia (Italy’s version of the Tour de France) in May.
Instead, in the past month, the furthest I have been from our home in Houston has been about 10 miles when I went on a bike ride out to the Western edge of the city. If you take the bike out of the equation, the furthest I have “traveled” is 3.1 miles to our local grocery store, the H.E.B.
As a kid, my family’s idea of travel was a 3-4 hour drive south on Interstate 75 from Detroit down to Dayton, Ohio to visit my maternal grandparents. The one “family vacation” that I recall was another trip on the same interstate, but quite a bit further: about 20 hours in the family truckster (it was actually a 1974 Ford LTD Family Squire) down to Captiva Island in Florida.
That was it.
So perhaps it was no surprise that, when given the chance, I went as far East as I could to go to college (Brunswick, Maine), and then, during my junior year, even further east to Strasbourg, France.
And I have been traveling ever since.
Thus, this lull is causing me to become a bit stir crazy and my wanderlust is in full bloom. For a few days now, I have wondered where I would go if I could. Where would be the first place I would visit once it made sense to travel again?
Well, today, right now, that place would be Palermo, Sicily. I have been there twice over the last few years and would go there again in a heartbeat. In order to lift my spirits a bit here are a few photos from my current favorite European city.
Next week I’ll be back with another virtual destination!