I do not remember when I was bitten, but when the attack finally came it was vicious. Travel has always been part of my life. I went on overseas holidays with my husband every year. We travelled around Europe, stayed with family and friends in Germany and it was nice, but this was different. I did not just want to go to a place and stay there - I was yearning to go to far away places. What was wrong with me?
The bite might have happened a long time ago, and "the poison" from it has been developing and multiplying ever since. I remembered as a child, I was maybe 10 or 12 years old, I saw a documentary on TV about the Incas in Peru. Those huge stone walls they built. How they fitted together that not even a pin would fit in between the stones. In the documentary they were talking about one stone in particular and it took my fancy. It was appr 1 m square and had 12 corners. All the other stones around it fitted perfectly into the corners of that one stone, which was part of a big wall. At the time I did not know where that wall was. (More about that later) And then there was Machu Picchu, high up in the Andes. How did they built that? I was fascinated, I wanted to go and see it. So I promised myself - one day - one day I am going to see that.
Then all of a sudden - there it was, the effects of the dreaded bite. It broke out like a cold sore. You don't know where it came from, it just is there one day. And I could not get rid of it. Every time I saw a picture of a far away place - I wanted to go. Watching travel shows on TV became a menace because I started to pack my bags. I had to do something. And I did! I started to travel.
So why don't you come with me on a journey to some really cool places and let's have some fun.
I must add here - I am a senior citizen, which to me is very fortunate as I can now say and do whatever I like and nobody takes me seriously. Seriously!
The bite might have happened a long time ago, and "the poison" from it has been developing and multiplying ever since. I remembered as a child, I was maybe 10 or 12 years old, I saw a documentary on TV about the Incas in Peru. Those huge stone walls they built. How they fitted together that not even a pin would fit in between the stones. In the documentary they were talking about one stone in particular and it took my fancy. It was appr 1 m square and had 12 corners. All the other stones around it fitted perfectly into the corners of that one stone, which was part of a big wall. At the time I did not know where that wall was. (More about that later) And then there was Machu Picchu, high up in the Andes. How did they built that? I was fascinated, I wanted to go and see it. So I promised myself - one day - one day I am going to see that.
Then all of a sudden - there it was, the effects of the dreaded bite. It broke out like a cold sore. You don't know where it came from, it just is there one day. And I could not get rid of it. Every time I saw a picture of a far away place - I wanted to go. Watching travel shows on TV became a menace because I started to pack my bags. I had to do something. And I did! I started to travel.
So why don't you come with me on a journey to some really cool places and let's have some fun.
I must add here - I am a senior citizen, which to me is very fortunate as I can now say and do whatever I like and nobody takes me seriously. Seriously!
Love it, Irene!
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