Angela and I started planning this trip while it was still pretty cold outside, so it's been at least a few months in the making. In the beginning, it was mostly just late night, wine-infused talk of where we would go, and what we would do. Dreaming turned to reality the day we booked our flights, and clicked the "decline" box when asked about cancellation insurance. Come hell or high water, we're going to Europe.
Now that we are just two weeks away, my patience is wearing thin. The anticipation at times is almost unbearable. But I have to admit, it's really exciting too. Daydreams are turning into vivid night dreams of the sights we'll see, the food we will eat, and the feeling of the warm Mediterranean sun rapidly defrosting my pale, Canadian skin.
But the beauty of travelling for me has always been much more than giant mounds of gelato or golden brown tans. It's about those moments of self-discovery that seem to be much easier to identify away from home. This month, I've noticed that life is so much richer when you have something to look forward to. It doesn't have to be a dream vacation on the Italian coast (although, I'll admit it's easy to fall in love with that idea).
For me, then, Lesson One of this trip is never letting go of the anticipation of good things to come. Because there's always something great just around the corner - you just have to enjoy your own patience.