Sunday morning I fly off to Cuba for a week long vacation with the man in my life. It is my combination Valentines Day/Birthday gift from him.
I have never been to Cuba. I have never been anywhere south of Buffalo, where I went for a family wedding when I was 16 and sick with the flu.
It was not a pleasant experience.
I am hopeful that this trip south will wipe the unpleasant memory of the other out of my mind.
But...
What if I catch the travel bug?
What if I end up never satisfied to be at home?
I have many places I'd like to visit on my bucket list. And not much time to finish it in.
I have to win the lottery soon.
The world awaits me.
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