Traveling Bug Bite

I have the traveling bug again. No, not the "jump in the car and drive to Chicago, Indy or Peoria" (no offense Mom and Dad) kind, but the "fly in the air over to Europe bug". I think I have been talking about it too much with Rob and some of my friends lately. It's been 3 years since Rob and I spent 11 days in Switzerland and I am really aching to go back. I also realize that it cannot be as it was then, without child and with the physical freedom I once had (due to back issues, etc). So, what am I really lamenting? I am not sure if it's wishing we could have another trip like back then, or wanting to take on new adventures? I had the traveling bug when I was young. It lie dormant for a while, but since Rob and I first went to Italy, Switzerland and London together, it has awakened in me and won't shut up! Anyway, just a little window into what has been heavy on my mind today. To the left is a picture I took on a hike of Schidige Platte in the Swiss Alps. We just "happened" upon this mountain lake on our 6 hour trek. That's quite a story, if you are up for one some time, ask me about it. ; ) Thanks for listening/reading.