First of all, I'm not really 'traveling' per se, I'm just going *home.* Tomorrow evening, I start my trek for Bloomington, Indiana -- a little piece of paradise in the Midwest.
I'm so close to being there, other than geographically, that I can just about taste it. What does Bloomington taste like, you ask?
- Upland Dragonfly IPA
- Yogi's buffalo chips
- a burrito from Laughing Planet (ooh -- e: that's a perfect mid-walk lunch!)
- Special Eggs from the Village Deli
- a double-tall cappuccino from the Bakehouse
- and half a million other things that I'm sure I'll consume while I'm in town.
Calories don't count when you're *visiting,* right?
Despite the fact that this mentions nothing about the people that I'm just about dying to see, I can barely contain my excitement -- I don't get home often enough, and I'm always worried that I'm missing something great. And I probably am, just a little, 'cause Bloomington is a pretty remarkable place.
Does everyone equate 'going home' with tasty-treats-that-can't-be-had-elsewhere?