— Oct 2009 —
So I had a plan. Well, a draft anyways. Travel for 8 weeks. Visit the BFF, in London and Italy. And then where was I going to go in the other 6 weeks, that was a whole different ball game.
Travelling, according to the dictionary:
1. is to go from one place to another, as by car, train, plane, or ship; take a trip
2. to move or go from one place or point to another
3. to proceed or advance in any way
For me, travelling doesn’t just mean to go from one place to another. It means to explore new places, places I’ve heard of and places I didn’t even know existed; meet new people, be it the locals or other travellers; learn different cultures and languages; experience new and different smells, the smell at the hawker food stalls, the smell of freshly brewed caffe espressos, the smell at the spice markets… and the list goes on and on. I wanted to do all of these things, and more. But where?
From a very young age, I have had this list. A Places-I-MUST-Visit list. I’m sure many of you have one of these too. Right beside the 100-Things-To-Do-Before-I-Die and Top-Restaurants-To-Eat-At lists. The places on my list started out with Italy and Spain. Just plain and simple. Two countries, quite achievable. Then Portugal, Switzerland and New York snuck in there. Then Chicago, Argentina, Cambodia and Philippines made their way onto the list. And the list grew and grew from there.
Now I know that I can’t visit all the places on my list in the 8 weeks. I can’t even go through half of them. I mean, people spend years travelling the world only to have really “travelled” less than 50% of it.
So the culling process begins.