Travel is a strange thing. The way I do it, it’s work. You get up early, go hard, eat exotic foods because they are exotic, stay up late and sleep in less-than-desirable conditions. And you drag your husband around on your agenda because you are the planner. It’s rewarding in quite indescribable ways. I’m a different person than I was a few years back before we started traveling constantly. Seeing the world gives you new perspectives, new ideas. It’s enlightening. And exhausting. And sometimes delightful. But also sometimes miserable. It’s a big world. I’m very lucky to have the opportunity to see some of it.
Every year for the last three, George has gone to Oxford to work with his colleagues there. I went two years ago and we also hit Belgium. We fell quite in love with Flanders, so we decided to try just a tad north and this year went to The Netherlands before settling George in the old university for several weeks.