I always wanted a better view from my window. Maybe some mountains covered with frost and a shadow of a wild animal here and there among the trees. But no, I was blessed with blaring horns and chatter from tourists as they passed through the canal heading down or up stream to whatever adventure they had planned for.
I always thought I could be one of them. One of these days on my vacation, I will walk down the dock and get a ticket. While at it, maybe a wide brimmed hat and some cargo pants. Then I would get into the boat, with a camera hanging at my breast, and sit at the far corner hoping no one sits next to me.
I looked at the tickets stashed in my desk drawer bought at many a split moment of desire for adventure. Shrugging, I log on to the bus site and buy a ticket. I would rather laze around with my folks for two weeks.
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