Once again, I’m having footwear issues. The cobble stone streets of Prague require that I wear comfortable and safe shoes. I cringe at the thought. Why can’t I be normal by wearing what’s required and be happy? And why can’t I be happy traveling to Hawaii or some laid back place instead of wanting to travel to exotic locales like Petra, for example? I have a thought. Why don’t I buy shoes that I LOVE and then travel to a place that will accommodate them? Well, that would be a completely flat surface, smooth with no texture, which must be conducive for walking in very high, beautiful heels. But wait. The place sounds VERY boring. Flat. Safe. So not me. I guess my wanderlust overrides my lust for shoes. Oh, well. A girl can dream. I dream of having an overabundance of hot, sexy heels to travel with. Until then, I will be satisfied with safe (yawn) shoes to wear to exotic locales…a sacrifice I’m willing to make for the sake of travel.
This looks so dangerous!
Luv them…
