Confucius says…….It does not matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.

 

 

Now there’s a good word of advice for us slow moving individuals – I used to rush all over the place when I was a bit younger, well a lot younger actually, and never gave a thought to the day when I might go into tortoise mode.

 

However, here I am, staring very old age in the face, body creaking, and I really try not to stop.  I guess the best thing I can do is to let my mind do the walking, and then I can go anywhere. 

 

I have travelled widely in my life, and now, when I am free from responsibilities, I can no longer face the prospect of a long flight and all of the restrictions which are  in force now.  I have been to many places where I have just touched down  and changed planes to hurry off to some other destination.   London is a case in point.  When my late husband and I travelled to Italy on many occasions, he never wanted to stop over.  Rimini, his home town, always beckoned him onwards and he couldn’t wait to get there. I always imagined that one day I would get to stay and see all of the magnificence of the city.   But I left my run too late. The last time I paid a hurried visit was on a one night stop over, more than twenty years ago.  We had just flown in from India, where the food didn’t agree with us, unfortunately.  We fell upon the hotel restaurant like a pair of starving ants and gratefully munched our way through large plates of  roast beef and potatoes.  What bliss!!!

 

Moral of this story?  Don’t leave your travelling until you are too old to enjoy it.  Look at me, I can go anywhere in the world I want to, as long as I can take a taxi there and a taxi back.  Well, at least it’s cheap!