Experiences leave us marked in visible and invisible ways. They stick with us whether we want them to or not. They make us fall headlong into people that leave us gasping and surprised at the wonder of it all.
We are all in search of love – in search of that person who loves us for our beauty, our warts, or our narrow-minded impatience and judgment of others (I’m looking at you, Elizabeth Bennett). We are all in search of adventure – to match wits with clever antagonists, to search for treasure and return with a boon, be it gold, experience, or knowledge.
I felt swallowed up in Istanbul. Stunned at times by the beauty. Overwhelmed by the crush of people. Struck dumb by the thousands of years of history. A country mouse at the hub of the start of the civilized world.
In Rome, everything that has ever been done has been done there. Whatever will happen has already happened there. Roman air is thick with history and the millions of spoken words that have ever been spoken. I’m sure that Bob was not the first to stop and climb atop the fallen marble in the Forum … Continue reading Carpe Diem in the Eternal City
When I told my rather over-protective mother that we were going to Turkey I could count on her lack of geographical knowledge to not know exactly where we were going. It is a very American thing to not know where anything is in the world. We all came from somewhere else and in the getting … Continue reading Here Be Dragons: Let’s Go Off to See the World