Not so much where I go.  My travels take me to far-off places, but only in my thoughts.  I never pass through TSA, removing my belt and shoes.  I require no shots or passport, and once there, I can drink the water.

Strange smells never make it to my nose.  Overcrowded street fairs do not jostle me.  I still hear the distant bells from the old church, and the laughter from the children running between the adults in the crowd.

Should I decide to buy that hat, I already know it will fit perfectly.  This is a journey in living color, with no tired feet, no excessive heat or exhaust fumes from passing buses.  I’ve never once missed the excitement, for things don’t start until I get here.