Traveling is fun. But traveling with at least one partner in crime is much more fun. Although I would never miss an opportunity to travel because I don’t have an accomplice (and plus work couldn’t care less if I had company), I’ve found that exploring is much more fun when you share it with someone else. In looking back and comparing my trips to Ireland and Amsterdam, I can say that I had a good time in the Emerald Isle, but had a blast in the land of the Dutch. The main reason? Because I was able to share my experience and explore with another person.
When I traveled to Dublin by myself in September, the first thing I realized was that I wanted to share my excitement with someone. To be more precise, I wanted to share it with my Hubby. Ooo and ahhh together, hunt for trinkets and treasures, and make little side comments about everything we see (because, if you know me, you know there’s always a comment to be made). The shared experience is so much richer than the one taken alone.
So with that being said, I will be going off to India alone. Not because I want to but because my middle name is not money bags. We didn’t have enough time to plan or even begin to scrounge up enough money to have The Hubby tag along. But with two more trips coming up after India, we’re frantically trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. We’ve discussed and decided two things: 1) this is a once in a lifetime opportunity; and 2) we’ll eat SPAM and rice for the next three months so he can travel with me on at least one of the remaining two trips.