This is the first time I'm blogging from my phone, hurrah! Alas, sitting in the backseat of a car having enjoyed a little shopping detour and Gosh I just was hit with the biggest wave of nostalgia. I'm not sure what did it, was it the sights or smell or the heat? Something just made my heart yearn for the by gone days - the familiarity yet strange unknown feeling you get when you visit a country that's a home from home, or a home that will always be in the heart. The roots that always leave a tender space in the heart.
Who knew a simple shopping excursion could be so reviving for the heart and mind...x
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
The Postman is late but hey ho...
As with any journey who you travel with can be more important than your destination, you never know who you'll encounter along the way - who knows maybe fairytales come true after all.
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Destination Not Home
So the decision was made - I had about 4 days to prepare then before I knew it I was on a plane that was taxiing off the runway and within the blink of an eye (more or less three hours) I was in destination not home.
I always love that first breath of air you take when you arrive in an unknown location - somehow the mixture of the air and dust swirled together is intoxicating; it speaks of promise and adventure, unearthing new experiences.
I guess in the short term, my expectancy was just that - losing myself amass the sea of another vivid culture. Seeping amongst the smiles warmed by sun, but coming towards the end of my journey I had an epiphany of sorts. This journey was not about losing myself or fading into the mountains, it was about coming alive. Experiencing a change which re-ignited the sparks of my heart.
None of this could be done without all of the beautiful people I met - the beauty of the world will always remain as it is but human ties are what stay with a person forever, that connection once forged and can never be erased. The loving and generous culture of the locals made me feel as though I was returning home after many years and not vice versa!
So many memories made which I hope are prolonged.
x
I always love that first breath of air you take when you arrive in an unknown location - somehow the mixture of the air and dust swirled together is intoxicating; it speaks of promise and adventure, unearthing new experiences.
I guess in the short term, my expectancy was just that - losing myself amass the sea of another vivid culture. Seeping amongst the smiles warmed by sun, but coming towards the end of my journey I had an epiphany of sorts. This journey was not about losing myself or fading into the mountains, it was about coming alive. Experiencing a change which re-ignited the sparks of my heart.
So many memories made which I hope are prolonged.
x
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