Seventh Friday of Quarantine

As I sit out on the back patio on the seventh Friday of quarantine I have come to realize another way to feel connected to travel during this time. I have written about House Hunters International and planning a trip post quarantine. But, as I wrote this week, recalling all of the amazing food I have eaten around the world, I felt transported to a different place.

Writing is an escape. Creativity is an escape. Memories are an escape.

If you don’t have a blog, now is the time to create one. It will provide you with a welcomed escape.

When I blog I can smell the tropical air in Turks and Caicos, I can feel the humidity as I walk off the plane and touch down in Grand Cayman and I can see the Italian man, the taxi driver, that lugged my bags from Leonardo da Vinci International Airport to Vatican City.

I can remember landing in Alicante, Spain after my first flight to Europe.

I remember landing at the Dublin Airport late at night, taking some sort of bus to a stop near our Airbnb.

I can taste the Prosecco I have sipped in nearly every city I have ever visited.

I can taste the gelato the Italian couple drug through the sand in an ice chest with wheels in Grace Bay on Turks and Caicos.

I can feel the crisp London air.

I can taste the cheese from the cheese shop in Amsterdam.

I can taste the delicious Starbucks Gingerbread Latte I had in London after not having Starbucks for two and a half months.

I can taste the Spanish coffee that I drank every single day for an entire semester at Universiat d’Alacant.

I can recall landing in Sydney, Australia after sixteen hours on a plane.

The point is, if you miss traveling, you too will find yourself with a flood of memories if you sit down to write for a travel blog. Just do it.