COME FLY THE FRIENDLY SKIES.

Sunday morning coming down. i think it will be a quiet day around here. I think that somewhere someone is boarding a plane to Greece. It's not me. But oh I wish it was. Somewhere someone is backpacking across Mexico. It's not me but I wish.

I want to travel ,my finances say I probably won't be able to. But my wandering heart wants too. I want to pack a bag and jump on a plane. I want to hit the friendly skies with wild abandon. I want to soar just like the birds. I have never flown. I want to fly. Preferably out of the country. Oh I want to come back, but I want to go. See places I have never seen. Drink wine on a shore in Greece. Walk under Mexican skies. I would like to go to Italy and to Venice. I want to ride in a Gondola.On the Canal in Venice like I read about in my Venice mystery's.

I have seen quite a lot of America, not all the states. But many of them. But I have never been out of the country. It's not fair I cry, I want to be international. Be a world traveler. I sit and think about it at times. when my mind wanders off to unknown places.I close my eyes and see myself flying off into the unknown. I see myself in a sundress and sandals walking under the hot Mexican sun. Stopping in a small cafe and eating flour tortillas and drinking a beer. Now I really don't like beer and do not care for much drinking. But doesn't that sound so neat.

Then I see myself in the same sundress walking through a little village in Greece. Stopping at a sidewalk cafe and have a glass of wine. I will sun myself on a large rock beside the sea. I will get a marvelous tan and meet very interesting people.

Then I see myself in Italy. But this time not in the same sundress and sandals.. I will visit a winery. I will wear a peasant skirt and a bright colored blouse and tie a scarf around my head. I will drink more wine. This traveling just might cause me to have a drinking problem. But oh doesn't it sound wonderful.

I open my eyes from thinking. I look around at my surroundings. Just a little house in Joplin, Missouri. I go to the door and look up at the skies. I think I hear a cloud call my name. Urging me to come, come and fly the friendly skies. Oh how I would love to go. Just pack a bag and just go with the adventure. But for now, I sit back down, I'll go but probably only in my mind. But someday my friend I will become international. The sophisticated, interesting, Billye Swift. Can't you just get the picture?