Travel. Again. At last.

I’ve tried. I’ve really, really tried. I’ve tried hard to be a homebody, the sort of person who takes joy in the simple pleasures of home and hearth. And the truth is, I’m pretty good at it. I do love to be home. I love a day where I don’t have to get out in…

St. Martin in June.

Travel is a balm for my soul.  I think I must get easily bored and just need the stimulation  of it all; even the getting to and around in the airport feels exciting to me when there is the possibility of visiting someplace new (or heck, not so new.  Sometimes I just. Need. To. Go.)…