They say traveling broadens your horizons...

Some people call my interest in traveling an obsession. I call it a passion, realizing how much the subject is a part of what I think every day. I have found myself telling my coworkers about my experiences abroad, browsing through the travel section of the bookstore, or planning my next escapade to God knows where. If somebody asked me why I love it so much, I probably could not answer them. There is no clear explanation - at least in my case. It seems like each time I think back to Europe or envision myself wandering in some other country, my lips effortlessly curl into a warm smile. Why do I like it? I just do. Take a painting for example. You don't know why your eyes are drawn to it. It could be the color, the mood, the figures (or lack of figures), the brush strokes, and a variety of other things. With traveling, it could be the adrenaline you feel as soon as you leave those airport doors, the new language, the culture, or the history. It changes the way you think and feel about the world - including your tolerance.

So, yes, you are probably thinking, "Okay, what is Maggie scheming about this time?". One question: Hong Kong or Brazil? Dorota is going to Hong Kong in January on a business trip for two weeks, and Justyna is buying a ticket to go along with her. As soon as my oldest sister called me up and told my about it, all I could think was, "I wanna go too!" Then again, I also want to fly to Brazil for two weeks in February to visit a friend. The problem is that I can only afford to go to one or the other. The downside for Hong Kong is that if Dorota's trip was canceled, that would be basically wasting several hundred bucks of my own hard earned money. With Brazil, I would be going to a warm country with beaches and of course, Carnival at the end of February. Party central. And the beach sounds so good right now with it being thirty degrees fahrenheit outside. I wanna pack my bikini and just go already!

P.S. A few short thoughts: work sucks; my feet hurt; shoppers are mean; Starbucks coffee has WAY too much sugar; I should be getting my ass ready for the gym in about... five seconds.