Just Where Shall I Go?

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….