I dreamed when I was young of exploring the world. Top of the list was the Trans-Siberian Railway.
I’d imagine being a brave young woman travelling the Far East in the late 1800s or 1920s.
I love to travel, but in the end I’m not that adventurous.
I long for the escape, breathe deep (and perhaps cough) exotic air, touch gently the people and places entrenched in ancient cultures, who smile with grace but wish I’d leave.
Fat wallet in hand, and friendly guide.
Dream in clean sheets at the end of the day. [94 words]