Where did this year go?? Between slogging through my own grief of the loss of my son in November and the new territory of a Covid-defined world, I honestly haven’t had the creative motivation to sit down and write again. Every day I look at this sweet collage art hanging on my wall that my daughter put together of Brandon, and I’m reminded of just how short our lives truly are; And how important each moment is to making memories that last.
Was my last blog really 8 months ago?! As I read over what I wrote in my January 2nd blogpost Walking through the valley with 20/20 vision, the words seem eerily prophetic.
Travel, as we defined it, came to a screeching halt worldwide. We were forced to readjust, reframe, and reorganize.
Wander, Linger, Savor is the title I chose for my blog years ago when I discovered the rewarding practice of slow travel. Not to be confused with a slow boat or donkey ride to your destination (although that could be an adventure as well), but as in settling down into your destination after you arrive and staying put until you squeeze out the essence of the local flavors.
Unfortunately, Covid changed the scope of wandering, and my excursions to far away places have been limited to armchair travels. Right now, I’m just skirting the shores of Morocco with my travel companion, Mark Twain (The Innocents Abroad.) In true Twain style, his prose is detailed with rich descriptions and rife with humor, which I’m thoroughly enjoying.
“In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.” (Mark Twain – The Innocents Abroad)
It’s the most classic of travel memoirs.
But ultimately, wanderlust can only be satisfied by sticking your proverbial toes in the sand (or boots in the snow since we live in a landlocked state.) So, our wandering took on a new face, and Colorado cabin fever drove us outdoors on trips closer to home.
Have you noticed that to travel means we put ourselves in the uncomfortable position of having our edges softened? Only to discover that it’s what we needed all along. Our eyes have been opened to new sights, sounds, ideas, perspectives and when we return home, we see our corner of the world in a more acute light with all its beauty and warts.
And we risk becoming better people for it.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad