The Lady Talis and I are discussing where to spend the summer. It is times like these I feel happiness for two things: Kids who can housesit, and a life where we can actually get out and experience the wonders of this planet while we are healthy enough to do it. I know that window is closing in one way or another. We are closing in on the era of caring for our own parents and trying to figure out what (how) that means. I wish we started earlier. I wish she and I had a longer life together. I want more. I always want more. I’m greedy like that. Still, I am happy for what I have and intend to do the best I can with that time.
This includes traveling across this wondrous planet and writing great stories along the way. She has become fond of my garbage in, garbage out line without apparently realizing that I’ve been applying that to every aspect of our lives. I think we are better people when we have better experiences. Travel is an experiences that we need–I need–in order to produce better content for the world.
Which brings us to Turin. I don’t know much about the location besides the connection to a particular shroud. She’s done more research than I. It feels like an option. It feels like an opportunity. Why is it less expensive to spend three months in Turin than it is to spend three months in Washington State given similar accommodations? It feels like the better look is to get out. Heck, If we manage to find a place that has a lower monthly fee than our mortgage… You get the idea.