Is it some primal migration instinct....?
Is it March madness a tad early...?
Could it be a mischievous North wind blowing...?
Who knows? But my feet are an itchin', my suitcase is calling to me, I look longingly at travel agents and my soul yearns for movement!
I love to travel....happiest when a little lost and just pootling.
A map to ponder over coffee, a second hand guidebook (magically with a timeless traveller's underlinings and scribblings), a crisp, spring, new day and a "huckleberry friend" to go finding rainbow's end with....flea markets, flower stalls, a perfect bakery, bikes to hire.
A friend once wrote that to think something, is to send out energy, it gets things flowing. So perhaps my dreaming with bring with it a little travel!
Now available in my Folksy shop! Make like your on the Champs-Elysees, sipping your coffee, looking tres chic!