Wanderlust!

"I am not a great cook, I am not a great artist, but I love art, and I love food, so I am the perfect traveller." 

-Michael Palin

This is that time of year that I get hit with a bad case of wanderlust. Winter is finally beginning to move its sorry keister on out of here. It is the end of third term. The teachers seem to be kicking everything into high gear. The school system now begins to try to squeeze every last ounce of time, money, and energy out of American families. I find myself completely void of money, low on time, and sapped of energy. 

As I stare ahead at that gauntlet we call fourth term, I feel this urge to throw my family in the van and to squeal out of the neighborhood, with my thumb on my nose and my fingers wiggling in the air, as I yell, "So long Suckas!"

I don't really care where I go. Just somewhere where there are no planners or permission slips to sign, AP tests to pay for, spelling words to practice, or math problems to correct. I'd prefer somewhere warm.  

You know, somewhere like this:

Or maybe this:

This could be nice as well:

Of course, I'm always game for this place:

This would do nicely as well:

Oh, but I could do this too:

There's always here:

And I wouldn't be opposed to here either:

 This sounds really nice about now:

As does this:

Don't get me wrong, I'd do this one any day:

And a healthy dose of this would do anyone some good:

I love this idea:

And this one:

But I would probably lean more towards somewhere like this:

As you can see, I'm really not very picky. Just about anywhere would do. I just need the five people I love most, an Ipod loaded with plenty of Queen, Simon & Garfunkel, maybe a little Bach, and some wide open road. That's all I need. Hmmm. I think it's time to get out those travel books and the google machine and start planning!