TAMING THE WANDERLUST...

This guide to SF by Naive makes me want to go back to San Francisco, which I last visited BBD (before blogging days). Oh Mama's, oh Dottie's True Blue, oh Miette, oh Nest. It's all there in a box somewhere: a notebook stuffed with cards and papers, coffee stained scrawls jotted down at a table at those same places. But BBD, who on earth was interested in looking at my copious travel notes? Actually, I feel a little bad about my lack of comprehensive blogging reportage from all the places I've been in the past year.

Last year I went to: Paris, New York (baaaadddd trip - shudder, best not mentioned) Paris, Madrid, Paris, Venice, Vienna, Dubai and Oman. I still haven't composed my thoughts or had time to sit down and write about the United Arab Emirates and Oman. I absolutely loved it - even Dubai which I was completely prepared to hate. Nope, loved it and had a wonderful time with good friends, getting along famously with four of us sharing a one bed flat, a car and a slightly odd Omani apartment for a week that felt more like a month as we did so much.

This year I don't think I'll travel as much. The one place that's been niggling at me for years is Japan. Every year I vaguely say "next year" as it seems like such a huge trip to plan (and save) for. I'm overdue to put in an appearance in Florence, my old home; and I'd like to visit Lisbon and the west coast of France.

But that's it. At the moment I'm nesting. I repainted the bathroom, (you will never guess what colour - I'll show you soon) I may yet purchase a new oven instead of a plane ticket (or a dress).

Yet I'm not certain that the wanderlust can be tamed so easily...

{suitcase from Couverture}