80 Days Or Bust

Day four back in SoCal finds me quite restless and contemplating what divine error occurred that led me away from what should have been a career in truck driving. 4,657 miles, three flea bag hotels, seven detours, a million avoided rodent homicides, broken A/C, sunsets/sunrises/sunburns and a million cheeseburgers later, I still love the road. Clarification, I love to travel. Blacktop, sky, water whatever it is if I'm moving over/through it I'm one happy camper, the thrill of the unknown, the worn path to favored places and everything in between. But I digress, my point is this, while attempting to squelch my restlessness today I thought I'd take a mental "trip" and read about anothers travels (bad idea by the way, in terms of squelching, more like combustion) and stumbled upon this gem: http://www.concierge.com/cntraveler/blogs/80days

It's divine. Enjoy.