My recent trip to Germany fuelled these thoughts too. For many, many years I wanted to see the Bavarian Forest. The pictures I saw in magazines and later on the web were so promising. After a few mandatory days in the Black Forest near Baden Baden – hey, you really find your rest there in the mountains and spas – it was time to move on. With no particular plan drawn up before the trip, all options were open. I need to say that the vacation was compromised by the fact that pain in neck, shoulder and arms – the notorious RSI – shortened the trip considerably, because we left days later as was planned. So, Bavarian Forest it would be. And it should be no more than three hours on the Autobahn, we figured. Wrong. Can’t remember exactly, but all in all it took six hours to get there. Road construction after road construction sabotaged forward progress, and upon arriving at the outskirts of the Forest, we kept going on. Because surely, it should all look better if we just continued to the next hill range? It did not. The Bavarian Forest turned out to be a deception if you are used to the Black Forest. No startling scenery. No nice towns. No restaurants. No gas stations. Luckily, there was Passau, a two hour drive from the hotel. After two nights, the bags were loaded in the MX-5, and we hurried back to the Rhine Valley. Always a safe option if you don’t know where to go.
I'd love to raft again. Did it five times, can be very scary, but the adrenaline... I'm on that raft here.
Years ago I did something similar, but it proved to be a success beyond anything I expected. I’ve written about this earlier on this blog. I always wanted to see Nova Scotia and Cape Breton, and when I did, it exceeded my imagination. So, it can de done. Going or doing something, and being surprised it actually is great. So, I started thinking. I don’t see myself camping on the banks of the Zambezi, but I do want to see Mont St. Michel in France. I want to spend a few days in Tuscany. I’d love to drive Stelvio Pass. But I also would not say no to visiting Wales, the Yorkshire Dales and the Lake District. Northern Germany is still on my list. And I fondly remember a trip to New England – should do that again and stay in cabins. And do a rafting trip again. In 2007 I had to skip the Auburn Cord Duesenberg Museum in Auburn, Indiana. I simply had to catch a plane back home. So, that’s another place I need to go to. But the Pacific Northwest is calling me constantly too. Oh, how I love to see the Cascades again, and relax on a bench in Edmonds, overlooking Puget Sound. And there are so many spas around in Germany that I still want to experience. Barcelona, Andalusia, Finland, put them on my list. Did I forget to mention that I never visited St. Petersburg and the Hermitage? And not a destination, but I’d love to drive a couple of vintage cars, like a British roadster from the 1920s or 1930s, a Duesenberg or a 1963 Corvette. Anyone has one waiting for me? Most likely, only a fragment of the above will be realized. But dreaming is great. Isn’t imagination the only creative power we all have? But tell me, how does your ‘to do list’ look like?
Is the world too big for one lifetime?