“Once the travel bug bites, there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life.”

The rain just stopped. It rained all day yesterday and all night. The air is chilly. The day is dark. I have no plans today. I figure to stay around and read a bit. My new housecleaner is here right now. I had reached my self-cleaning limit. Nala welcomed her with opened paws. Henry barked then was fine.

I don’t know what to do with myself. My laundry is done, and my house is in the middle of being deep cleaned. I suppose I could take up knitting.

When I was a kid, in the sixth grade, I caught Barrett’s disease. It was when I found out my sixth grade classmate Marty Barrett went to England every couple of years to see his grandmother. I was totally envious. He was the only person I knew who had been to Europe. My family vacations back then were either stay at home and do things or head to Maine to stay a tiny cottage with a million people. I dreamed of traveling and imagined my trips. I’d go to England first and see London and Stonehenge. I’d head up to Scotland to find the Loch Ness monster. I’d visit Ireland. I’d ride a camel in the desert and take train rides across Europe. My imagination worked overtime.

When I was older, I still held to those dreams. My count, by the time I was sixteen, was one county, Canada. In the fall of my senior year of college, my friends and I planned a trip to Europe on one of those 60 countries in a day and a half type trips. My parents gave me the trip as a graduation gift, but I was waiting, hoping to hear from Peace Corps. I did, and I accepted. I was going to Africa, to Ghana. My second country was quite a leap from my first, on my list: Canada one and Ghana two.

I have favorite places to which I’d return if given the chance. Ghana is the first. I’m hoping for one more trip back. I think about Ghana all the time with a sort of reverence. I watch videos which catch me in the throat. I want kelewele and jollof rice. Ghana is very much home to me.

I’d go back to Morocco, to Marrakesh. The time I spent there was not enough. Dinner at the Jemma el-Fna and coffee at the cafe were two of my favorite things to do. After walking through the city, I’d sit and watch the world go by. I could hear conversations in Arabic. In the square, I watched dancers and henna artists, magicians and water carriers by day and ate dinner outside at one of the stalls each night. I bought fresh figs in the market. I took a horse-drawn carriage tour. I was the only passenger. Every day I saw something new and ate something I didn’t know and couldn’t pronounce. Good thing the menus had pictures.

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2 Comments on ““Once the travel bug bites, there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today is another gorgeous day with clear skies and a high temperature of 86° with very low humidity. I’m writing this sitting on my covered patio enjoying the evening. By the weekend the temperature might get into the low 90°s and provide one last venture into the pool for the year. It’s too cold for me but for my wife and my daughter.

    My international travels didn’t begin until I started traveling overseas for work in the early 2000s. My spouse dislikes riding on airplanes for more than three hours so we were limited to Mexico and the Caribbean for vacations.

    Both American Airlines and Southwest Airlines are requiring all their employees to be vaccinated against COVID. Delta is the only airline that hasn’t required it of their employees. However, they are charging their employees $200 extra a month on their health insurance premium if they are unvaccinated. I’m sure some right wing idiot will take the airlines or the president to court over vaccination mandates. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We had the dampest day today. It was ugly and chilly. Right now it is only 58˚. We’ll have a few more days of warm weather this month. I even remember eating outside one Thanksgiving. Fall is so beautiful here on the cape.

      I was in Ghana three weeks after I graduated from college. I was so busy I wasn’t as nervous as I might have been. The flight took a long time as we stopped in Madrid for a new crew and refueling. When I went back, the direct flight took 10 1/2 hours.

      They might not have too much success suing:


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