Well, it can be.
Many people in this sometimes crazy world of blogs meet each other, form lasting friendships, share more than cyber-words.
One of my first blog readers was the irrepressible Ziggi, who blogs from far-off (from me) England.
Ziggi and I may never meet (but we are leaning on our significant others to orchestrate this!), but last week I did meet her elder daughter who is kicking up her post-grad heels with two friends before settling to working for a living.
On their way to the tropical playground that is (sort of!) my backyard, the girls stopped here for a night.
Long of fang that I am, I felt so envious of their trip, highly-flavoured with tsunami alerts (Fiji), missed flights (New Zealand), deliciously dangerous sky dives and rapid-rafting (yes, NZ again), all laced with, possibly, more alcohol than I could cope with. Maybe not!
It’s not that I didn’t get up to some pretty daft shenanigans when I was younger (c’mon! we all think we’re bomb-proof at 20!). But these days, there seem so many more opportunities.
The actual travelling bit, for instance. Back in “ye olden days” we bussed, sailed 6 bunk, lower deck on liners, bummed lifts with kids who had cars or hitch-hiked.
But Kirsty,Jess and Lucie have hired a ratty old VW campervan.
We had a couple of hours on Friday morning so I took them to my local beach…
And up to the “pub with the million-dollar-view”
After a light lunch, I waved them goodbye as they headed for Airlie Beach, that Whitsunday youth magnet. I hope I meet them again some day.
Oh, yes! They were tickled pink to be asked for ID at my local liquor outlet. Why was I not asked to prove I am over 18?
There may be another “break in transmission” as I get back into the print studio. But I’ll be around to read what all you others are up to!