Dream traveller: Here's my wish

It's Monday and I'm reading the Sunday newspapers. Actually, just the stuff in the middle. I'm a little in love with the supplements/magazines. I'll probably finish reading them on Wednesday. I might re-read them on Thursday - just the really good bits.

Right now it's the travel section that's piqued my interest.

I'm dreaming of Africa. The landscape and a safari. I'm wondering if I'll ever go. Probably not. Africa isn't top of my list, but I desperately want to keep her in my dreams.

I'm dreaming of Bali, rice paddy fields and yoga. I want the yoga-at-a-destination-unknown part to be my reality. Sooner than later.

Then comes Peru. I can see the sights of Machu Picchu in my imagination. And I want to be there. It's my favourite dream. I pray it doesn't stay that way.

But mainly, I'm dreaming of holidays gone by. Doing it all again, but much slower. Without a strict agenda. Moving in time with my heart.

This time I want to explore the maze-like pathways of Venice looking out at the murky mysterious water. And not worry about getting lost.

I want to shop in Milan without constantly thinking about the exchange rate. Just for a day. 


Take me here: Lipari's St Bartholomew Cathedral
{pic by me}

I want to take my time as I pray with my eyes open in Lipari's St Bartholomew Cathedral.

I want to sunbake on the black sand beach of Stromboli and not care to brush the sand off my body when I get up.

I want to meditate on the rocks of Alicudi. I want my Nonna to come with me.

I want to lie on the grass in Hyde Park and not get up 'til the night calls. 
And when I next climb the Eiffel Tower and look out at the picturesque city below, I want to make a wish.

More than one. A wish for me. A wish for each of my girls.

A wish for all of us - that we all get to explore the world with time on our side, and at the pace of our heart.

Elisa xx


Where do you dream of travelling to?