I can barely wait. I get all excited just thinking about it. Our time there will be too short, I can see that now, but it will be a taste, and then we can go back if we like. Already, I think we will like. I mean, dear God, just look at the colors. And catch how animated folks get when they hear we are going to New Orleans. People who have been there get a look in their eye, as if they remember a time when they were as close to magic as it gets.
And this is the other thing I am learning, the anticipation is part of the journey. The planning and looking forward. The secret smiling dreaming that adds brightness to routine. Truly, the enjoyment begins before you ever arrive, and lives on after in the simple fact of having taken yourself to another place. I think travelers build a certain muscle, an openness to life as you find it, no energy wasted in resisting. Whatever is, is.