Wanderlust Distraction

I'm on my laptop researching a story when I am distracted by an ad for easyjet.com, a low-cost airline based in Europe. Soon I have abandoned my work and am browsing last-minute travel deals. Budapest? Faro? Thessaloniki? All sound exotic and intriguing,even if I'm not entirely sure of what countries they are in. (Hungary, Portugal, Greece, respecitvely.) An hour passes and I've accomplished little with my research, though I've almost nailed a mid-week trip to southern Spain.

Giving into restlessness I leave the house, no destination in mind. I stop into a bookstore and stroll towards hte 'Travel' section. I skim and scour guidebooks, plotting the ideal getaway as a calculation of average temperature, annual festivals and timing airfare discounts. I look up from the Fodor's or Frommer's or Lonely Planet guide in hand and notice how many shelves are filled with travel literature. I might be here the rest of the afternoon.

Glancing outside I see the sun shining, a novel sight in London. I feel foolish having buried myself in a bookstore on such a nice day.Trading the exotic daydream for the current, available adventure, I venture out to the city's sidewalks for a bit of local exploration