Wanderlust and Itchy Feet

17 Aug

Each week, like clockwork, a magical email drops into my inbox, and this pleases me. It’s not the obvious email that you would expect, not some lightly veiled call to action to buy the newest notepad / keyboard / office chair, but something with a little more appeal. It seems I have managed to unwittingly subscribe to the Lonely Planet’s sales offering, and on a weekly basis, am met with a plethora of suggestions of things to do with my days. I love to pour through the Caribbean with options to surf, sail and snorkel to my heart’s desire, or marvel at the colour of the sand in far-flung Asia; but what always peaks my interest that slight bit more are the city breaks. The pictures draw you into a world of mystery, windy little streets and ancient ruins aplenty, with tiny little eateries along the way for you to stop and sip an espresso, why wouldn’t you want to pack up and leave?

Why don’t you visit Venice? The e magazine shouts at me, like the big issue man in the middle of the city. Why DONT I? I think. While the rain collides with the window pane on a dreary ‘summer’ day, I could be walking the cobbles in an Italian city; getting lost in the little alleyways of Marrakesh, or marvelling at history gone before me in the Parthenon. (don’t ask me to elaborate the thunderstorm part of the daydream, but the thought of thunder and rain appeals far more than the summer sun. The smell of the tarmac right before a thunder-storm calms me. It must be my heritage).

And then, as easily as it tempted me to stray away from the disappointment of the working week, to wipe the rain off my flip-flops and hook out the passport that has been living in my knicker drawer since the dawn of time, it goes and ruins the whole thing. Having become a firm fan of this whimsical newsletter, it lifts me up and drops me from a height faster than a freight train coming towards me. It’s just the one phrase, all it takes to make me hate the thing.

“Why not book a fabulous weekend for a romantic getaway in the city of love!!” or such like. Always different words, but semantically, it’s the same.

Why not? Well, that’s a good question. This automatically makes you feel that, as a single person, you would be persona non gratis if on your own, almost like showing up at a party with only one shoe. I’m not sure the swanky hotel that I had already made a reservation at (in my head of course) would be happy that my guest was the cat, who acts badly in social situations and would most probably poo on the floor.
So I will remain firmly at my desk, staring out of the window and waiting for the familiar ‘ping’ of the next magnificent mail …


5 Responses to “Wanderlust and Itchy Feet”

  1. Amiable Amiable March 10, 2011 at 3:37 am #

    If only we all had disposable cash and could jet around the world and have fabulous vacations on a whim. Next best thing for me:

    Caribbean Magazine Travel & Life



  2. festivalmonkey August 31, 2011 at 5:08 pm #

    Just for you Tink, this may be what the doctor ordered…
    Nothing like the misery of others to cheer yourself up! Much better than looking at happy healthy couples in paradise 😉

    • tinkerbelle86 August 31, 2011 at 7:18 pm #

      thanks for the heads up on these they are brilliant!!

  3. Tanja July 31, 2012 at 3:28 pm #

    I too receive their email offers;) But I also love to travel, and spend all my money on trips, yes sometimes with my best friend, sometimes with my boyfriend,but I’ve also travelled on my own, which is awesome, you should try it!I’m lucky that as of late I travel for work, but then again, nothing is perfect, and I don’t earn that much, but still it’s a very very good job!go ahead and travel somewhere!!


  1. Top Five « Tinkerbelle86's Blog - March 9, 2011

    […] Female – Handle With Care Festival Festivities Wanderlust and Itchy FeetThe Death of the Van The […]

Speak Your Mind.... Laughter is Catching!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: