I’ve come to the realization that almost all of my friends lead far more interesting lives than I do. Case in point: Lindsey Reed, a.k.a. the Reeder, a.k.a. “151 was flowing like water!”, who last year decided to up and go with her boyfriend Kyt and move to London to become a nurse. Six months of the NHS was more than enough to scare her away, and so she quit her job and started travelling. Last week, she sent me two stunning photo albums from her journeys to Morocco and Egypt (you may have to register with Shutterly in order to see these, but I really don’t see it being my responsibility to find out). Go on, have a look; the Morocco pictures are especially breathtaking. Lindsey hasn’t actually given me permission to post these links, but…well, she owes me one after I took her Phantom of the Opera virginity last year in London. So there.
Seeing these pictures–as well as hearing Sarah Fleming’s stories from her month in Mexico and Colombia–has strengthened my own feelings of wanderlust, and pretty soon I’m gonna have to start looking into transatlantic flights for August. In the meantime, I’ve now got two trips to New York City to look forward to: barely a month after Jeff, Jamie and I go in search of the ghost of Babe Ruth then Bri and I are heading down for a romantic weekend getaway…or, well, a weekend running from one Broadway show to the next. But with $120 roundtrip flights from Buffalo, how can you say no? New York first; then, the world!
(By the way, Gulley, that’s two blatant Graceland references in three blog entires; at this point I’m daring you not to comment.)