When I think about the possibility of a long train or plane ride, traveling to some far away destination, I get all giddy inside. It’s not because of the thrill of adventure, or the joy of traveling to new and amazing places. The reason is much simpler, and much, much, sadder. It’s because a long ride means I’ll have a span of several hours to read without interruption. Like I said, sad huh?
See, I’m one of those people who is never without a book. I am almost paranoid in my need to have reading material with me at all times. Kids have security blankets. I have a security book. And these long trips are also probably the only time I ever have an opportunity to read a book from cover to cover in one sitting. Most of the time I get my books one bite at a time, moments snatched between jobs around house, projects at work, and generally being a father and husband (both of which are extremely enjoyable, don’t get me wrong). Now, that may seem strange to some of you other bibliophiles out there, but it’s the truth. I’m like the Sarlaac Pit—I digest them slowly over time.
So why am I telling you all this? Well, that’s because tomorrow I’ll be embarking upon my first trip to the Southern Hemisphere, specifically,
. It’s a business trip, of course (I certainly don’t have the cash to fly down there on my own dime), and I’m going to be there for three freakin’ weeks. I know, nice of the company to send me down there between Thanksgiving and Christmas, right? But as far as the trip itself goes, it’ll be roughly twelve hours traveling time which means a lot of sleeping and a lot of reading. That, as strange as it might be, is what I’m excited about at this point. Not seeing the sights, not getting a good night’s sleep sans baby (I’m gonna miss him like hell, sleepless nights or no). All that stuff will be nice, but I’m in it for the books. Like I said, it’s sad. Santiago, Chile
I’ll still be posting on the blog and all, and as I finish books they’ll be dissected and posted here as usual. Worry not about that. And if all goes well there won’t be any international incidents, I’ll come home with a slew of books under my belt, and maybe a tale or two to tell. Wish me luck!