I was writing a postcard about traveling today - kind of a long story and not important anyway, but I was thinking about traveling. I like to travel. See new places. This map of the world shows the countries I've been to in my life, marked out in blue:
Some of these I've been to more than once. I've been to Sweden and Denmark several times, unsurprisingly; I've been to Greece on four, or is it five, different trips, and I've been to the UK at least eight times. The Netherlands and Germany too, I've been there more than once.
I don't know if that's good or bad. I mean, I know that a lot of people my age have traveled more than this. Especially to places further away ... more countries outside of Europe. So sometimes I think this is really unimpressive. But then I get to thinking about how much the world has changed over the past ... not too many years. I think my mother was 18 years old before she ever left Norway. (Although she could have gone to Sweden once when she was about 8 or 9, but she didn't want to go because she always got so carsick back then, so her parents took her little brother and a neighbor with them instead. :-)
I think that I should just be happy that I have gotten to see all of these places, and just hope to get the chance to visit more strange and wonderful lands in the future. :-)
Any thoughts from teh intarwebs?
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