Sorry for the limited posting this week. My tendinitis has been flaring up which has made me reluctant to do any excess typing. But hopefully after resting up this weekend I’ll be all healed up Monday! (Also, remind me to keep working on my posture at work.)
Lately I’ve been dreaming about traveling. When I lived in London, I was fortunate enough to travel all around Europe on a regular basis. Just about every couple of months, I was off, being a tourist, exploring new places.
These days, not so much. Which isn’t to say that we’re always at home. In fact, we seem to emphatically NOT BE HOME ever. But I’m not doing much exploring either. Instead, we’re taking trips to see friends in LA or family in New York. And while I love doing all these things, and while I feel so blessed to have so many good friends and family, it ain’t travel. It’s not adventure. It’s not exploring new lands.
So this summer, I made a point to make sure to put exploring on our to-do list. No, we didn’t travel to exotic lands, but we live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. So we decided to take mini-adventures close to home.
These past few months, I watched fireworks go off while on a boat in the middle of a lake.
I went canoeing down the Russian River (and learned that Dave is secretly a great canoer.)
I went on a hike on Angel Island.
I went wine tasting in Napa for my friend’s bachelorette.
All less than four hours from my apartment.
After all, who says you have to leave home to be a tourist?