One thing I have actually been motivated to do lately is plan my next trip. I have been busy rooting through books and looking up websites and ferreting out all kinds of information. I have been making lists and checking them twice and basically having myself a wonderful time.
I like planning trips SO VERY MUCH!
And am I going alone, you ask? PG will be my travelling companion, so no, I am not. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course, but I have never gone on any kind of vacation on my own and I have no intention of starting now at my ripe old age. To me, part of the whole experience of travel is sharing it with someone else, both the good stuff and the bad stuff. I understand that sometimes you can’t do what you want to do when you’re travelling with another person and it can be frustrating (and Lord knows, I have had that experience more than once!), but it’s still worth it to me. I’m quite sure that I could travel alone quite well, as I am a fairly independent sort. I simply choose to not do so.
And the next question you ask (or possibly it was the first one and I ignored you) is, Where are you going?
Well, I don’t know if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, but last November, I wrote a post in which I was contemplating travelling to Italy.
We are not going there.
Instead, we are going to another country whose name starts with the letter I: Ireland!
We plan to visit both Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. We will be flying into Belfast, using public transportation for three or four days to do the tourist thing up there. Then we will head down to Dublin and spend three days there.
Then it gets scary. We will rent a car for a week and drive down the east coast of the Republic, across the southern coast, and up the west coast a bit, then fly home from Shannon Airport near Limerick. I have told PG that he will be the designated driver, mostly because I am an excellent navigator so I should stick to what I do well. Also, he is an excellent driver, so he should stick to what he does well. However, he is full of trepidation because of the whole driving-on-the-left thing that they do in the UK. I scoff at him and tell him that he’ll get used to it very quickly, I’m sure of it. Besides, Irish roads are mostly small and narrow and will likely be quite busy in July when we will be there, so it’s not like he’ll be flying down some eight-lane super-motorway like in the US. We will be meandering, going wherever our fancy takes us. We will stop for the night wherever we feel like. We will be pretty much winging it on this part of the trip – and that’s exactly how he likes to travel. He sighs. He knows I am right. I am almost always right. He will drive on the left and he will like it.
So that’s our plan. We have our passports, our flights are reserved, and a couple of B & Bs are already booked. I have an annotated guidebook ready to go. I just have to research the car rental a little more, book that, and then we’ll be good to go!
Except for the packing. I have some issues with that. I do actually have it down to a science, but I constantly second-guess myself and worry and fuss and continually revise and …
… and I’d better start packing now. July will be here before I know it!