“Wanderlust is incurable.”

Yesterday it rained in Hyannis. At the same time, the sun was shining when I got to West Yarmouth a bit down the road. The paper says rain again today, and we already have a sky filled with clouds. The day is also damp and has a bit of a chill. I’m going out for a few errands later. I have a list.

My usual quiet has been broken, The house next door is being reshingled, and all I can hear is the nail gun and its tap, tap, tap, tap, always four taps in a row. One guy is doing the whole job. It took him two days to do the small side of the house, the one nearest my house. Now he’s working on the back of the house.

When I taught, I traveled every summer. I’d be gone five or six weeks. I usually did Europe though I did have that one South American summer. I always had my backpack, my Go Europe guide-book and my Eurail pass. I never packed too many clothes: a couple of pairs of pants, a few shirts, underwear and a light jacket. I had my flashlight and my Swiss army knife with all the doo-dads. That was all I needed. I always traveled with a friend, and our only planning was deciding which countries to visit. We grouped them. One summer it was England, Scotland and Ireland. Another summer it was Denmark, Finland, Russia and England. You’re probably wondering about England in that grouping, but we always tried to spend at least a few days in London before we went home. Spain and Portugal were an obvious duo.

When I became an administrator, I had to work summers so I traveled April vacation but to only one country. I had become a suitcase traveler by then, but I still brought my Swiss army knife and a guide-book: still no plans ahead except the country and a rental car. I’d have a vague idea what I wanted to see, but I was always open to any adventure. Sometimes we’d see a sign with an arrow pointing to a side road and an attraction and we’d follow that arrow. We were seldom disappointed. Most times we had no reservations but still found great places to stay. I remember a farm in Belgium and a really old house in Ireland. Its steps going upstairs were bowed.

I’m not traveling this year. Two trips to Ghana have depleted my resources so I have to start saving again. A one year hiatus is about as long as my wanderlust will handle. Pinching pennies here I come!

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  1. Bill S. Says:

    A memorable trip for us was to Ireland. We toured Dublin, although I had been there many times before on business, then took the train to Galway. We stayed in a company “holiday house” on Galway Bay, then rented a car and drove back along the coast to Dublin.

    Our car rental company in Ghana also has opened up two rooms with bath in their private home, so we may stay there for two nights. They say the phone number for Triple Crown is no longer valid. I have not tried to call T.C.

    After Ghana we would like to see the U.S. for a change of pace.

    It’s raining again…..

    • katry Says:

      I loved Ireland. One of the neatest things was when we were on a bus, just a regular town to town bus, when I said how beautiful the view is. The bus driver stopped and said take a few pictures as none of us will mind. All the passengers nodded their heads and I got off to take some pictures.

      That’s great that you have a place to stay with a private bath. Sorry you couldn’t connect with the TC. It was a fun place for me to stay. They were so accommodating.

      I want to go to Asia, but I figure one more trip to Ghana in a couple of years. I really loved being there.

      I have seen some of the US but not nearly enough.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I’ll be pinching pennies for a while, too. Not to save for a trip, alas. Just to recover from the car accident and the refrigerator fail. 🙁
    The jeep went in to the shop this morning for its major surgery and it will be in for awhile. I have a rental with Jersey plates. It’s much larger than my little Wrangler. I feel as if I am driving a tank. Rocky hates it and shakes the whole time he’s in it. I’ll figure out a way for him to see out but otherwise he’ll just have to adapt.
    The new fridge comes on Tuesday morning so I can put in a Pea Pod order for delivery on Wednesday. Whoo-hoo.
    I emptied the old fridge. Some of that stuff has been in there since the turn of the century. I’m afraid I have destroyed whole ecosystems. 🙂
    It’s raining steadily and the breeze is cold. I might have to shut a window or two.
    Enjoy the rest of the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I hate spending money on necessities. That’s no fun at all!!

      Poor Rocky! Gracie would hate not seeing or sticking her head out the window.

      Peapod is the most wonderful thing, and I have you to thank for my using it. I love when the truck rolls up, and I just stand there as he brings in the bags. Sadly I do have to go to S&S for dried dates. I didn’t know I’d need them on my last Peapod delivery.

      It is amazing how stuff just lives in fridges and cabinets.

      Cold and rainy here too.

      Have a great evening!

  3. Birgit Says:

    It’s funny that the German expression Wanderlust has made it into the English language (and Italian, Danish and Irish?). Now the term Fernweh (far-sickness) is more common over here, the opposite of Heimweh (home-sickness).
    The old “Wanderlust” folksong “Das Wandern ist des Müllers Lust” (Hiking is the miller’s joy) is still popular over here:

    • katry Says:

      I think English stole from too many languages to name them all. I guess from your definition I must be suffering from Fernweh. That is kind of a neat word.

      Why is it the miller’s joy? What makes a miller more prone to wanderlust?

      • Birgit Says:

        Millers just as an example for travelling journeyman. Young craftsmen traveled around to gain professional experience, a custom that had a long tradition in parts of Europe, but only very few carpenters still do it today. The times they are a-changing, like Bob D. said, but some songs stay alive.

      • katry Says:

        I think that’s a great way to learn a trade from a variety of artisans. Too bad that doesn’t happen any more.

  4. Bob Says:

    A living language is one that is not static but changes to integrate words from other languages as population and communication changes. Think about how many Spanish words are in common use in the United States today. Salsa, amigo, compadre, gringo and others that my tired brain can’t recall at this moment. Immigration, both legal and otherwise, from our southern neighbors has enriched our language as well as our culture.

    I love traveling but I hate paying, so all of my international jaunts are business trips with some sight seeing squeezed in before or after my classes. The best parts are that I am working with natives who are a great source of where to eat, what to drink and what to see.

    • katry Says:

      French became part of our language after the Battle of Hastings in 1066. So many of our words have French origins as well as so many other language.

      That’s an advantage-having a native show you the best spots. I bet you eat well!!

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