I do not know if this term exists in the English language, but it definitely exists in my native tongue. "Travel Fever" describes that fluttering, thrilling feeling in the pit of the stomach, often linked with excitement and expectations of an imminent journey. It usually occurs a few days prior to the beginning of the travel and intensifies in strength, until it culminates at the time of departure.
I am currently suffering from this pleasant condition and nothing around me seems the same. Tomorrow is the big packing day followed by boarding a train, or several trains and meeting up with the handsome Irishman, to spend wonderful days in one of the most beautiful cities in the heart of Europe.
This means that today is my last post for the next twenty days. I am going to miss you all and I hope you will not forget me while I am gone.
But before I leave you, here is the traditional weekly update on my lavish clematis. Perhaps the next time I post a picture, there might be some flowers. Considering it will survive my absence, that is.
Have wonderful June my friends and as Arnold would say; "I'll be back".