I feel the need to wander. To wander foriegn alleys, and visit little shops full of cultural items that I vaguely understand. To see the pigeons fly as street performers ply their skills for an audience of young and old a like. To hear the the distant sounds of local musicians and people talking around me, a sea of sound to float my thoughts and wonder what they are talking about, family, work, weddings, funerals, the weather, a little bar with a cool new band. I want to sip alien brews, and taste spices my tongue has never known before. To bury my feet in the sands of a distant shore. I think perhaps I might have caught a dangerous mix of cabin fever and wander lust.