...get in the car!
I'm writing this en route to Virginia. We are enjoying New Jersey at its finest: the turnpike during rush hour. And, for those who don't own a map, we get to drive all the way through NJ in order to get to the DC area. The only thing keeping me sane amidst this traffic is that our next potential road trip will be to Montreal, which involves three hours of driving through northern NH and VT -- and there is no such thing as rush hour traffic in the boondocks.
There's something about travel that makes my husband and I talk about ... well, more travel. I've got a wanderlust (as in a literal lust for wandering) like no other. Even when we get stuck in traffic (or have our plane rerouted like our last &#$!ing fight) we love talking about the next place we want to explore. Before entering New Jersey, we talked about going to Puerto Rico as a way to help with our meager Spanish. Now, who knows when that trip(s) will happen, but the fact of the matter is, is that travel apparently spawns more travel.
To be fair, the topic of Puerto Rico came up when our flight last March got rerouted and the flight across the gate from us was going to sunny Puerto Rico instead of freezing cold Boston. If there were ever a time that we would say, "fuck it," and take a spontaneous flight, that would've been it.
Kind of hard to do something like that when you're stuck in lane #5 of the New Jersey turnpike in bumper-to-bumper traffic. But, hey, imagining you're on a sandy beach or old French streets is not a bad way to pass the time.