the fine art of

planning travel

is very different

than the love of travel

for me, its

as satisfying as:

the sound and feel

of a dentist’s drill

a blow-out on the highway

during inclement weather

identity theft mid- holiday

on the yucatan peninsula

or the debilitating

aches & pains

of  this non-graceful

aging.

forgetting to book

the most important

 leg of a journey

shows how desperately

one needs to

get the hell out of town