Looking up my Past

What was it about traveling that encouraged us so:  For one thing, we both had good, compatible travel genes.  Each of us might be off one of the days, but mostly we stuck together and listened to the kids as well.  We saw many a zoo around the world.  And we took boat rides and destinations that meant we saw fun sights we wouldn’t have without kids.  I loved the zoos as well, and we saw ones that were dismal (like the zoo in Barcelona) and others that were terrific.   An inside day was made better by a park nearby or a treat outside.  An outside day was accompanied by shady nooks and long breaks under the trees.

I remember people in the parks beside venues, and Lots of down time if it was very hot.  We loved our visits with other Americans as well, and they made our dreams more fun.

 We found places that were shady and lovely.  I enjoyed them all and I was even more happy to be home at the end.  

We did live in a lovely part of Berkeley, and really no one can beat our climate.  

And we made occasions of short visits to our own zoos, parks and recreation areas.  We loved the outdoors, and I realize how I miss it now that I’m older, we are threatened with covid, and we can’t travel in the free and easy way we used to.

Being older is a drag, and it isn’t easy to adjust.  If I could travel more often, I’d be happy, but right now it’s difficult.  I can’t decide if the visit is worth it or not.  But in the past, I was always delighted to roam.  Not to say I’m an Inveterate traveler, but it certainly has been a great pleasure to me.

Can I travel in my mind?  I’d like to think so, but it doesn’t always work.  I am therefore grateful for my memories and it was my parents who made a lot of them possible. 

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