Lately I've been eye-ing a wintertime trip to Australia. The entire thing sounds perfect for me the way I've laid it out - especially given all my constraints.
I haven't booked yet for a myriad of reasons... yet there's one that stands out 'cause it makes me laugh and be aghast at myself (because I like thinking about myself in the third person apparently).
Australia seems too tame and mundane to me. WTF!!! Is this a trophy to be collected? It meets all my criteria for my vacation... but tame and mundane? This is what happens when I become the spoiled well traveled girl who's got a long list and thinks that Australia appears superficially the most boring of them all. All the rest of the reasons for my hesitation are more "normal" (fear, cost, trying to pick the right dates), but thinking it's so much more average than Thailand or the Galapagos or Morocco... I guess it will seem more normal being an English speaking country so there won't be the basic communication barrier, but I have a feeling bits of it will be completely different.
I make myself laugh with the thoughts of "oh how normal" reminding myself that it only seems normal due to my previous travel destinations. And then I remind myself this is the last continent I'll probably ever go to (Antarctica? I wouldn't say no to an all expenses paid by someone else trip there, but it's at the bottom of my list otherwise) And they have dang cute koalas (hopefully not nearly as nasty as monkeys who hide behind their cute faces).
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Renée says, "any third person moments are good moments."
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