I'm the family driver, but since I get lost easily, my excursions are limited. I have 5 brothers and sisters, and have always been dumbfounded by how easily they hop in a car and drive -to the beach, the mountains, or another state for vacation. I travel by train, bus, or once, by ferry.
So, as an armchair traveler, I depend on my imagination. Books are wonderful for transporting me, not only to other places, but inside other people's lifes. Georgette Heyer, biographies, Jayne Anne Krentz, Jeffrey Deaver are just some of my favorite authors.
But, in the dark of the night, when the neighbors are quiet, I dream of a little house near a beach, or sitting in an Irish pub, or being Shirley Valentine and finding that piece of me I've repressed for years. It wouldn't be in Greece, but somewhere greeny and friendly.