Something has been missing from my life these past couple of weeks and until now I haven't been able to put my finger on what it is. I miss holiday planning, miss dreaming about the holiday, finding the airfares, plotting the itinerary and reading through all the Lonely Planet books. Not the time consuming job of finding accommodation; I really wish I could go back to selecting from travel brochures for that, but now I've discovered cheaper Internet deals that would be bad of me.
We had been dreaming of our last holiday in Europe, less than three weeks ago and three weeks in length, for a couple of years. It left both of us exhausted and dreading the thought of spending any length of time in a plane again. Yet I find myself wanting to begin the cycle again, to be able to dream of another adventure in a foreign land.