When we departed Auxerre on the first step of our 2015 cruise through France it brought back a memory of our visit to Positano Italy long ago. As we were waiting for a bus in Positano, an old man walked up to us and asked in English, “Why would you leave.” The old man clearly enjoyed toying with the departing tourists this way but it was a good question. And we had no answer. Why would we leave such a perfectly perfect place as Positano? And why would later willingly leave Auxerre, another postcard perfect place?
Wanderlust, it seems, has no limitations. Sometimes it is just time to move. And sometimes there’s another perfectly perfect place just beyond the next bend of the waterway. We’ll never know unless we move.