In seventeen years, six months and fourteen days that I have added weight to the planet earth, I cannot recall a single year in which my family did not pack their luggage and venture out on a vacation. This explains their alacrity to explore a new place, ignoring price sensitiveness.
I have traveled so much, that I jokingly tell my friends that If I ever write an autobiography, it would seem more like a travelogue!
A few weeks ago, we planned to go on a road trip to the Niagara falls. The mention of the word 'road trip' was enough to make my heart to do a mini jig :D I SO love journeys! By train or by road. Vomiting and restroom problems, notwithstanding.
It was supposed to be an eight hour journey. Preparation begun 2 days in advance. Why? Well the cynicism of my mother of not finding a vegetarian restaurant on our way delayed our trip by a day. After frying 70 odd puris , and packing 30 odd diapers for my baby cousin on board, the trip kick started.
After an eight hour long drive, we had arrived at our destination. But for the first time, the path, the journey seemed much more exciting than the destination. The roads were much more tempting and fun than the falls, and I was fretting over the fact that the journey had come to an end.