The nomad is not sleeping

The nomad is back. Got some rest. But is not sleeping. Can't sleep, in fact. More, his senses are fully awake.

A wise person said you only come back from a trip to leave again. I'm joking! Know nobody who said that. But it could be true.

I said it : I could leave again tomorrow, in a week, in a month. But I will leave again, that's for sure.

Just the time to shake my weary legs and my flight is booked for my next destination. A "rebound" trip, like in relationships, for two weeks. Because "rebounds", they never really last. They are made to forget, to turn a page.

Still, I'll rebound in the vice capital, Las Vegas, in the middle of casinos and rich hotels. Vegas? Really? After a round-the-world trip?

Yes, Vegas! To escape toward the Grand Canyon. To get a tan (!) in Death Valley. To say hi to a couple of Californian friends. And to throw a log in the fire of my traveling interest.

Already, my head is spinning. My brain is finding some plans A, B and C. Sees itself on another continent for a long holiday. Brainstorm before the hurricane of realisation.

If, South Africa? If, India? If, Spain? If, another round-the-world trip? When is the next lottery jackpot given away?