The books are in the bag!

As we get ready to board the plane that will take us near the North Pole on our way to Seoul, I’m reminded of the entire bookshelf filled with travel guides sitting back at the ranch in Barre. During our thirties, our travel mainly consisted of buying books, reading them, dreaming about adventures, and pondering what-ifs….without actually leaving Vermont. That book shelf has volumes on Thailand, Peru, Cuba, Morocco, and Kenya to name just a couple. Travel – except for the kind in books and daydreams – didn’t really fit in to the mix of responsibilities we chose, and the ones that chose us. This winter it dawned on us that we were coming up on our 20th anniversary, and that we were forty “something” and the travel bug struck again. The kids lobbied hard for Korea. We bought some books – a couple about Seoul, a few about Korea. We read, we daydreamed, and we what-iffed. And then, unlike those other times, the books never made it to the shelf. Instead, we bought the tickets, packed the books into our suitcases, and commenced to travel in real life. I can only hope Korea is ready for the Lobb Family Invasion.-Jenny