Summer’s upon us, and like the dead heat outside the window, we’re travel itchy as hell. Staycation had a fighting chance, but the apartment therapy, exotic cuisine and fedora hat display aren’t cutting it. I need the kind of peace that can only come from jumping a boat, catching a flight or hitching a bus with rows dedicated to the red, short and squawky (roosters; every place in my daydreams can easily be populated with roosters). My travel therapist suggested I live vicariously through others. So cure me of the itch; tell us your travel tales, spare little detail.
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wait, you have a travel therapist?
Yea- It’s a serious problem