Ready to Go

I am excited about this latest trip I'm going on. Heading to Germany for a wedding, then flying over to Lisbon, hanging out in Seville for Semana Santa, maybe even dipping down into Morocco after ferrying over from the Rock of Gibraltar. I love to travel. Whether it's exploring my neighborhood, home state, this country or another, I am happiest when I am somewhere unfamiliar, learning something new. I sleep better when I'm not in my own bed. I yearn for opportunities to not be able to speak English and eat crazy foods. I'm ready to give up the distractions of my daily life; no television program to set my life to, no familiar cultural cues to clue me on to whether a person talking to me is genuinely interested or wants to take my money, no apartment to return to when the day is over... I am ready to be reminded about the futility of trying to control life. I am ready to observe and interact with a new world. I am ready to trust in complete strangers. I am ready to rely on myself. I am ready to go.