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.