There was a time in my life when travel was only a dream. Working like a dog on an agency social worker's salary; time and money were just not available. Now that my life is much more mobile and spread around the world, my trips to the travel sections in book stores are very different. In the past, I'd pick up travel books and ponder places I would love to go. I would dream. Now when I thumb through travel books; I journey through places I know, love and miss desperately. I escape. I enjoy. I know that they are waiting for my return. I am looking forward to the day when I will be able to pick up that France travel book and say: I am home again! Happy Friday!
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