wanderlonging

I received an email in my inbox yesterday about an educator's trip to Cuba. Since then, I can't stop thinking about this:

and this:

and this:

and, of course, this:

I spend a lot of my time dreaming about travel. I think that, at 33, if I am not settling down and having kids and all of that...I should be doing something much cooler than I currently am. Don't get me wrong--I love my job, and my new living space, and my boyfriend. But the idea of traveling around the word, eating amazing things, speaking different languages, seeing something new every day...if I could figure out some way to balance both worlds (and keep my cats fed in the process,) I'd be a happy camper.

So...should I go?