In 2012 we journeyed around the world. It was the culmination of years of preparation. We’d scrimped and saved, renovated and sold houses, downsized and donated roomfuls of stuff. The time was right.
Early mornings in Luang Prabang are quiet, unhurried affairs. The highlands surrounding the town bless the day with a delightful long-sleeved respite from the heat, and it’s the perfect time for a jog and a meandering, cool-down walk.
I’ve always been a relatively active person, but I must admit, that my inner slug rejoices and I’m a wee bit jealous every time I see someone kicked back takin’ it easy.
“Phases and stages, circles and cycles, and scenes that we’ve all seen before. Let me tell you some more.” —Willie Nelson
As long-term travelers, we learned long ago that to enjoy ourselves, we have to pace ourselves. It’s always about quality over quantity. We see what we see, and as for the things we miss, well, there’s always next time.
Digging bomb shelters sounds miserable and can’t be happy work. There’s the dark, dank, underground drudgery, and then there’s, well, the threat that the bombs will arrive before the job is finished.
From the first human tribes to the titans of Wall Street, it’s a fact that the higher up the financial food chain one goes, the bigger and fancier the house.