A friend of mine is travelling in Italy right now. She posted photos of Cinque Terre on Facebook. I commented that I was jealous because Italy is still on my bucket list. It occurred to me that I am either incredibly selfish or pathologically addicted to doing things that are not routine.
I have lived in five countries in three of the seven continents but I am still not satisfied. I have travelled to dozens of countries and the only continent left for me to set foot on is Antartica, but I am still not content. What will it take for me to stop travelling and settle down?
My bucket list is not getting shorter. When I was a child I wanted to go to Greece which I called “the birthplace of civilization” and to Rome which I called “the cradle of civilization”. A few years later, I had added Egypt to the list because of the Pyramids. I also decided that I was going to live in Paris but I can’t honestly remember why. When I did finally start travelling, more places got added to the list than got struck off. It was a bit like a hamster-wheel. I was going places but not getting any closer to finding completion.
If you would like me to write about a particular place, just ask. It is always my pleasure to share the trip.