Travel Bug

I'll admit it--since before I can remember my dream list always had this as it's number one, to go amongst the Neapolitan blood and run, underneath the  fluffy clouds that look like an Italian pastry, through a field of sunflowers. Sitting on a gondola enjoying the water and the deep sea of Venice was never on my list, although, I'm thinking about adding it on now, but if it is never realized my feelings won't be hurt.  Now, at an age where I could put on my tourist hat would be prime, I am starting to listen more to the inner me that keeps bringing up the need to go beyond the ridges of the United States to see what else the good world has to offer. 

My last year at BYU and I will be taking many a Spanish class--go me, right?( I better, it's my major.) And, I decided to spice up life by upgrading the romance language abilities and tip-toeing into Italian. It's time to get in touch with my roots. My last name is Tartaglia--forget about it, right? (only some of you will understand that--NY/Italian humor.)

Everyday contributes to the epiphany that could change one's life. The other day I realized that I am truly responsible for making my dreams come true. The Lord gives the opportunities, and we need to make them ourselves with the free choice that he deems us responsible for. Hoping and wishing is many a splendid thing but hard work and determination contribute greatly to the realization of any dream or any goal.

Within this past week more and more thoughts have crept into my mind and made themselves more than comfortable. I was too busy to notice and after a while I realized that my mind there was seated on my mental sofa, with their feet up and watching telenovelas,  a more than welcome guest of the travel bug. What better thing to do than to want to go see what else is out there. There seems to be limitations when one stays in the same place for too long. No one should remain too comfortable for too long, that's where growing stops and complacency enters in .

I will know Italian, and I would say my Spanish is comprehensible And thanks Mom and Dad for the English. Why not go and travel to talk to people with the languages I'm learning? Is that not the point? Alas, I am too poor to realize my dreams irrationally, thank goodness, right? I would blow all my saving tomorrow if I had any, but, this is where dreams and goals and self-control take their toll. 

Peru, Argentina, Chile, Italy, Spain, France--I need a money tree, OR, I need to learn to save efficiently. But, I have to say that things here in Provo are looking rather limited and I am ansy for a change. The way I perceive the same things lets me know that my time here is running out like the sand cascading out of an hour glass. It's me versus the time I have left. I'll throw in a few minutes to dream where I'll go when my hour glass has all the sand adorning it's bottom.