Wanderlust ... a strong desire to travel
In the past few years, my husband and I have enjoyed a life of "wandering".
We have always liked to travel, before we met each other, we both went here and there to visit, explore, live and satisfy that need that some of us have to see faraway places with strange sounding names.
He went to some mighty wonderful places, India as well as England, Italy etc.
I mostly moved around in the US but after meeting him, England and France were part of our travels, then came Argentina.
We had been playing with the idea of moving somewhere much farther away than just another state in the US .. we had already done that, moving from the Northeast US to the Southeast to the Northwest and then ... where ?
We played with many ideas, all of those dreams a person might have , a person who likes to wander ...
If you could pack up and just go .. where would it be ?
Of course, there are always those pesky limitations, mainly budget .. if not for that, I imagine I would be sitting here in my Paris pied a tier , talking about petit fours and Opera.
Or that flat in Florence, Italy, from which I would send you detailed reports on the pigeons and the bell towers seen from my top floor flat .
Or that little town in rural England where the homes have thatched roofs and we would be perpetually known as the Yanks.
Through the many years of our marriage, yes, it is true, we have been married 100 years, we have gone somewhere "special" for our anniversary.
The locations varied from Las Vegas to St Martin to London and Paris.
This time , he said, Let's go to Argentina.
I looked at him like he was crazy.
So that November, we flew to Buenos Aires and spent 2 weeks falling in love.
With each other all over again ( we do this on a regular basis) and with the people here and the city isn't bad either.
From the airport in Texas where we met a woman and her daughter, who said they were flying home to BA to celebrate a family birthday, who called us and met us while in the city for coffee, bring along her brother, who is a realtor.
We went with him on our last day in BA, for a look at some houses, just to see what you get and would we want it ?
We flew home full of memories and smiles and anticipation.
Pup was missing me and I was missing him.
I had all sorts of ideas about clothes, decorating and appreciating being back home where I could understand everyone.
My husband was full of ideas about how to manage a move from one continent to the other with the dog and all of our belongings.
And so, 5 months later, with all the credit going to my husband .. the paperwork was done, the dog was certified and one day in April, we got on an airplane and left our old life behind.
To Be Continued :