Today I am grateful for the TV show House Hunters International. I have an insatiable urge to travel without the financial means to support my passion. Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live, but I love it the most when coming back from a trip.
I would take three or four serious vacations a year if I had the means. On the bucket list are a cruise to Alaska; a couple of weeks in Vancouver with a drive down the California coast; fishing and breathing the air in New Zealand; a couple of months in the Tuscany region of Italy; a trek through the little villages of France; a tango tour of Argentina and Brazil; a river cruise on the Danube; any cliff in Greece facing the Aegean Sea; and. . .oh my, just anywhere and everywhere!
I’m very fortunate that for a while, a long time ago, I was able to travel to exotic locals and even live in one for three years. I will always be grateful for the experiences that Jakarta, Indonesia presented to me. But traveling for me is like chocolate. . .once I took that first bite. . .I was hooked! Now I’m in travel detox! There should be a twelve-step program for this addiction.
So I record House Hunters International and travel the world, if only for thirty minutes from my living room. It’s not a perfect solution, but it’s not bad, either. I never have to feel like a hostage as the man on the plane next to me picks the scabs off his bald head. Yes, this happened to me. . .for 8 hours. . .and he examined each scab before. . .
There are no lines. My imagination gives me the heat and buzzing noise of the markets. I can smell the food if it looks good and don’t have to if it doesn’t. The bed is always comfortable. My feet aren’t bloody stumps from marching along cobblestones. It’s certainly affordable. Hmmm, where should I go today? The Amalfi Coast? Asuncion, Paraguay? Wiesbaden, Germany? Bucharest, Romania? Santorini, Greece? The world is mine through House Hunters International and I am grateful.