My travel trigger finger seems to be getting stiff.  I already have arthritis but for some reason when pursuing travel sites nothing has excited my finger enough to hit “book.” This is very unusual for me and downright abnormal. Maybe some WD 40 will lube it right up and cure the stiffness,

Every place I look at I’ve been to or, it’s not on the list for me to go like Japan (no thanks to my Japanese ex), or the backwoods of Florida’s Everglades. No offense Florida, alligators are not my thing unless my ex fell in accidently, but I digress..

It’s been a few months since my last trip to Brussels for my birthday almost 3 months ago.  I sure did love the French food there. So I’m looking at France because I want to eat some good food like escargot, warm crusty baguettes with creamy cheese, or gently poached salmon with a tarragon-infused sauce dripping down its sides.

Are you hungry yet? I am.

It must be because I’ve been on a diet.  Ive lost 20 pounds over the past 3 months and I’m hungry. But not for just anything; something luscious like a gorgeous French waiter in a tight white apron wrapped around his slender hips serving me his best escargot dripping in butter…..whoops, I got sidetracked.

Anyway, If I’m gonna cheat it better be for something really worth it, and what better than to fly 3000 miles over the ocean to eat something mouthwatering while sitting in a neighborhood bistro, watching the world go by and listening to the lovely French spoken around me? Whisk me away Calgon. Sorry, I’m showing my age now.

There are plenty of cities I’ve never seen outside Paris.  Like Lyon or Marseille, or amazingly the champagne region and I adore champagne. Every Instagram post I see seems to be some cute French guy practicing English with a sexy French accent. Maybe it’s a sign?

But where oh where shall I go? It depends on time: if I fly into Paris or Lyon or Barcelona, how long is a train ride to get to say, the south of France?

So I must calculate booking a flight after work on a Thursday, use one vacation day for Friday, bridge the weekend take a transition day Monday, and fly back early enough on a Tuesday to get off the plane and go right to work from the airport. That’s 4 days on the ground.

Sound crazy? Ive done it a million times over the years and without any kind of stimulant to keep me awake either. I just keep work clothes and dry hair shampoo in my car.

So “manifest a trip” my mother would have said. Imagine it and then do it. I can imagine a million dollars but somehow that doesn’t seem to be arriving.  

Hmm, where to go? Eeny meany miney mo, catch a flight before the prices go….

I’ll let you know what I decide as soon as I find the WD-40, or maybe have a glass of wine, or two…. seems that always leads to a trip even if I don’t remember booking it the next day. But we won’t go there.

Somewhere in Texas

Looking for WD-40

Craving French food.

Au  revoir….