In case you didn’t know, I have a strong aversion to coffee. It smells and tastes vile and wretched.

Family members said my tastes would change as I got older.

They lied.

Yet, I also suffer from low-grade narcolepsy. And frequently sleep thirteen hours in a day.

Hmm… I wonder if there’s a connection there?

Impossible—after all, Mountain Dew doesn’t affect my sleep needs either.

On that note, I need a nap.

I’m not afraid of dying. Or life. Or illness. Or viruses.

As such, I don’t really have feelings one way or the other on getting vaccinated. I know many who are passionate on one side or the other, but I am not.

My guideline has been this: I’ll get the vaccine when the urge to wander returns. That belief that the vaccine will allow travel—especially internationally.

So, I am vaccinated. And Romania is summoning me.

And overnight, the flights have disappeared. My passport is, yet again, not worth the paper it is printed on.

“When COVID ends…” sounds a LOT like “When I win the lottery…”

So, I continue to wait. Maybe I’ll just buy a sailboat… at least I’m ready.