Weekly SO

Strong Opinion, that is. 

And this week, it is not about knitting or sewing, not even about fashion, but TRAVEL.

Not only because we just got home from one, but also, because as we arrived back, facebook pushed THIS article into my face (going back to find the article a few days later was not an easy feat, but I got it). 

I grew up with a mother, who had (as we say) an oatgrain up in her backside (okay, nicely put, she had a serious case of wanderlust), and a father, who could not care less about going away. In all truth, the only thing he ever cared about was flying, but that is another story. Let's just say, that once, as an adult, who loves to travel, I asked him, that "are you not curious about other countries, other cities, don't you want to see those buildings in real life?? How people live in other countries?" and he simply shrugged and replied: "No". I did not understand him then, and I do not understand him now. 

My mother did not had many chance to travel, she grew up and lived - mostly- under the socialist regime, when travel was not easy to beginn with, with an army officer husband (my father) that made things even more difficult, though she did managed to get to see some places east from us (Moskau, Tallin).

As much as I am my father's daughter, I did inherit so many things from my mother, and as I get older, I realize, just how much, like love to travel. 

You might know, that when I lived with PJ (the father of Christopher), we did travel a bit, and even lived in the US for a while. However, that is yet another story.

Travel really opened up afterwards. First alone, and then with the two of us (with Christopher). I loved taking him abroad, I loved wondering around London with him, all the while I loved doing the real touristy things, not to check it off a (non-existent) list, but because we were really curious about the restaurant where a certain Dr Who or Sherlock episode was filmed, or because I really wanted to see the Victoria and Albert Museum. 

Norbert added a lot of spontaneity... The first time we intentionally met (before we got together), and we were talking on the way home, and (besides thinking "OMG, this man really has no idea how sweet he is?"), he told e the story, when they were going to a certain Hungarian city, but messed up the highway exit, and they ended up eating pizza in Triest, I was like, OMG, THIS is it, THIS IS, how I want to live, how I want to experience travel. Like it is a natural part of life.

No, we never (yet) actually started for the lake Balaton, and ended up by the seaside, and yes, my dream job, would be something that would require me to travel let's say to Italy, in every, or every other month, but we still think, that the shortest route from Palmanova (or Venice) to Budapest goes through Istria.

And when we go, we always max it out, and we are equally happy, just to wander around in a city, without particular aims, or do the really kitschy touristy things.