Now I had
made the decision to go travelling, the next step was to decide where I would
go.
Would I go to
one country or several; would I stay in Europe or travel further afield in Asia
or even venture down under? Would I return to a previous destination? Or go
somewhere for the first time?
Decisions,
decisions, decisions, my head was spinning with trying to come with an
answer. I spent endless hours on the
internet, I think I read every travel guide in my local library; I hung out so
much in travel section of Waterstones I am surprised I wasn’t escorted off the
premises. Self- help guides always advise to mediate when trying to find an
answer; unfortunately my monkey mind never stays still long enough to be able
to mediate. (Most likely a sign that I am a perfect candidate for mediation)
However the
answer did come to be quite by chance or was it serendipity after all. I was
looking on my bookshelf and came across a book on Majorca I had completely
forgotten about. This book was full of fabulous images of the countryside,
beaches and the city of Palma, what a beautiful place. I had visited the island
as a child with my parents in the 1970s when tourism was just beginning to
become an important industry to Majorca and this was the first time I had been
abroad. This seemed the perfect place to begin my journey; it was not too far
from home, I had been to a night class in Spanish ( although my skills were not
that good) and having had a miserable, grey summer so far that year the
prospect of blue skies and some sunshine was a very nice idea indeed.
So the
decision had been made, I didn’t even change my mind for a second that had to
be a further sign that this was a good move for me.
So now onto
the next step….
