where the wind blows

Yesterday I was talking to my friend Ernest on Skype, just catching up on our lives.  Ernest is a travel writer, and so naturally, as we talked, our conversation turned to visiting far-flung places.

"Travel is like breathing to me," he said.  "There's no way I could live without it."

I know exactly what he means.  If I stay too long in one place, I start to get antsy.  Every once in a while it's time to go where the wind blows.

It's getting to be about that time.

Song: Costa Rica by Jakob Dylan