For the past few years, Provence has been one of my top dream destinations. Its fields of lavendar attract me the most. After reading more about this destination, I learned that it is was home to many writers and artists. Its Meditteranean climate supported their creativity. I suppose the relaxing nature of Provence was a great muse if not the muse of an artist's human muse.
The French, British, Germans, and basically the rest of Europe know about this great place. Their proximity makes it easier and cheaper to travel to than for Americans. I envy them for that. But then I reflect on what we have here in America. Why am I always pining for traveling abroad when our country has a lot to offer? Nonetheless I have yet to visit or live in Western Europe.
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