I'm so excited for summer right now! This week I booked airline tickets to two different destinations, both of which I've been wanting to go to for quite some time. The first trip is a long-weekend jaunt with a friend up to Portland in June, for the express and simple purpose of visiting Powell's City of Books
. And yes, I realize how totally nerdy this sounds, but hey, Powell's is one of the world's largest independent bookstores — possibly the
largest. How can I not want to go there? Call it a sort of pilgrimage, if you like. Whatever the case, I can't wait! (I realize I do not sound any less nerdy now, but I don't care.)
The second trip will be in August, when I head off to Switzerland for about a week to visit my brother. Woo-hoo!
Actually, it's possible that Switzerland will be the third trip, because I'm also thinking of taking a weekend in July to go up to San Francisco, but then again, that doesn't really count because that's still in California, and plus I used to live near there, so I've been there a lot already, unlike Portland and Switzerland .
Wow, that last sentence was really, really long.
Anyway, the point is, the travel bug has been biting in a major way lately. And thankfully, the cure does not involve chemotherapy! Whew. On the other hand, I'm a little surprised at how much money I spent on airline tickets this week. Surprise will no doubt turn to horror when I get my credit card bill, but hopefully I will survive. It would be kind of embarrassing to win the battle against cancer only to die of sticker shock.