Wanderlust

[Stefan cel Rau]

There is no place on earth that I have traveled that has a more beautiful spring than Romania. Vlad and I have had the estate caretakers plant an array of flowers that have started to show signs of blooming. Something about the pungent fragrance of new blossoms sets my wanderlust in motion. I need elbow room, clear open space away from my brother's smothering. He means well, honestly he does but the constant movement here within the estate has me antsy and I'm getting very close to losing my patience. I need solitary time and I'm going to Scandinavia to seek out some art I have my eye on. 

Perhaps our paths will cross during my travels. I never take the most direct route from point to point, I find it more rewarding to take my sweet time, zig-zag and meander and smell the flowers along the way.

I hear wanderlust calling and I'm taking this call right now.