The Matterhorn overlooks Zermatt in Switzerland (wikipedia) |
Ovieto's Duomo (wikipedia) |
Pulitzer Prize
winning author, Edith Wharton, expressed similar feelings when she observed,
"The foreground is the property of the guidebook and of its product, the
mechanical sightseer; the background, that of the dawdler, the dreamer and the
serious student. Dawdle…”
For me, travel
is a continual process of personal metamorphosis.
Gateway to the Taj Mahal in Agra, India (Taylor) |
I want to see
exotic places, to learn about other cultures, to discover perspectives about
the world that aren’t always the most comfortable or convenient places to
travel. I’m not necessarily looking for
out-of-the-way places or difficult-to-reach spots on the map, though they also
appeal to me if there is something there that I want to discover. It’s really more about trying to figure out
how the world meshes together. How
others view this big blue marble spinning through space and from where they
derive their perspectives.
Girls day out, India (Taylor) |
Over the
decades, I have even come to understand how certain times of day affect my
attitude. I adore the serene, soothing
freshness of a new day. Barbara Grizzuti
Harrison described an Italian dawn as arriving "with theatrical brush
strokes."
So too has early
morning in another country become, for me, a time of renewal. I cherish those precious golden moments when
the veil of night lifts to reveal the dewiness of daybreak. When the world seems cleansed with coolness
and moisture that beckons through a scrim of earth-clinging clouds; whispers in
flowers and trees, gently nourishing them in clear, tiny droplets of life,
caressing them in a misty shroud.
Claude Monet's Japanese Bridge at Giverny (wikipedia) |
Istanbul's Hagia Sophia (wikipedia) |
That time of day
when a peach-colored sun is little more than a formless shape in the sky,
innocent and subdued, dispersing gradations of light across the horizon.
When birds are
hushed silhouettes with wings, made all the more distinct by the backlit
palette of a delicate pastel sky; a sky that will swiftly yield to the frantic
turmoil of commerce and enterprise.
Lush tropical beauty of St Barths (Taylor) |
Dawn or early
morning is that fleeting portion of the day when tranquility prevails with
muffled sounds that introduce a sunrise, all unified into a single uplifting
serenade. Daybreak is a symphony for the
soul.
Day's end, Belize (Taylor) |
Late afternoon,
on the other hand, frequently has a sense of completion for me. Cary Grant expressed it best in one of his
films when he spoke the line, "Days die like people die, fighting for
every ray of light before giving up to the darkness.”
For whatever
reason Grant's description a tired world beaten down by the hustle and bustle
of humanity is an accurate summation of my own feelings about that time of the
day.
Leopard waits patiently in a tree, South Africa (Lasater) |
Many times I
wish I could find a way to share more of the people and places I have
experienced. In my own way, I have
accomplished most of what I wanted to achieve and more from a travel
perspective. At the same time, there is so much more I want to see and to
experience because I know that, as Somerset Maugham once wrote, "the good
traveler has the gift of surprise."
The floating market outside Bangkok is always colorful (wikipedia) |
Traveling keeps
you young, at least in spirit and in mind, if not body. I never know if my most recent journey will
be my last, or how many others may follow.
I have been blessed with years of blissful globe-trotting, and I have
rationalized in my heart that if I never travel again, I can be thankful for
the wishes that have been fulfilled to provide me with a treasure chest of
memories. I carry them permanently and
deeply within my soul. They are memories
that can never be taken away.
Guess who's coming to dinner, Antarctica (Sacundo) |
Travel is intoxicating.
It was, and is, my passion, and I can not escape it. I frequently reflect upon another quote by
Barbara Grizzuti Harrison who said, "My unconscious mind reached a deep
intuitive understanding of the past (my past), only to see more levels, deeper
levels, hidden pasts. It meanders
sinuously among artifacts lost and found, unknown but known. It travels many ways to arrive in the same
place."
And I also
recall the words of Daniel Boorstin.
"A traveler goes in search of people, of adventure, of
experience. A tourist goes for
sightseeing. Just like the question is
more interesting than a statement, and a road more intriguing than a map, I
aspired to be a traveler. Be brave. Go through open gates.”
World's tallest waterfall, Angel Falls in Venezuela (wikipedia) |
Today, I pray
for more open gates so that I can do as Edith Wharton once suggested and
"Dawdle..."
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