My retirement was supposedly all about travel.  My destiny was to see the World before I died.  Covid-19 put a dent into those hopes.  Considering the damage it has done to many people’s lives and many countries’ economies, my pending future is minute in comparison.  

However, I miss packing my suitcase, I miss the anxiety of new adventures, and I miss watching all those movies in a cramped space with mediocre food.  Travel has been my freedom from life’s crazy disturbances: the sustenance for my soul.

I finally cancelled my trip to Malawi even though I was unable to get most of the money back.  Contacting the hotels and airlines has been very difficult.  They asked that I not call until 72 hours before the trip even though that meant I missed the deadlines for any refunds. I have two more trips coming up….Peru in May and Minnesota in June.  Fingers crossed.

I am trying to be a responsible citizen, respecting both the lives of those I would visit as well as those I see upon a return.  It stinks though.