I was asked yesterday if I am getting excited about my upcoming trip to Europe. (The 21-year old daughter and I are backpacking across Europe) I responded that I am getting a little nervous about the whole thing. I lied. The truth is I am starting to downright panic. In the middle of the night. Can't-breathe type panic.
At our first stop, London, we are renting the lovely Buttercup Bus up there on the left, a vintage VW, in which we'll putter around the prehistoric landscape found laced throughout the Salisbury Plain. I have trouble breathing when I think about driving a manual with the stick shift in my left hand and the passing traffic on my left side. It would be so much easier to hop on a tourist bus with audio headphones, but c'mon..... a tour bus with 30 others or a vintage VW on our own?
I am reminded of a quote I saw recently
"To really travel, you must be daring."
I might be daring, but I feel like I can't breathe.