Places and Faces
Upon cleaning out my parent's house several years ago I came across a box of neatly stored maps and city guides of places my folks had visited over the years. I pondered it with great thought, as I knew what they represented; more than souveneers, these were really evidence of their travels. A living legacy to places where they had traveled. I wish I had a place to keep everything in the world, I would have stuck these in a vault somewhere. But I did eventually toss them out. When I did, I thought of all the memories that would be forgotten. Places and faces laid to rest.
And so I too, now have boxes of maps and city guides from a lifetime of travel. For a guy that has ADHD I will do my darndest to sort out my travel experiences.
I don't know how I got the wandering spirit that I have... at the age of 16 years old (circa 1966) all I could do was dream about being on my own, and wandering like a rolling stone. So with $40.00 safely stashed away, in the dead of night, I snuck out the back door, and hit the highway. Hitch hiked through the state of California. After 2 weeks I was ready to come back home. I did so, with the same $40.00 still safely tucked away in my pocket.
Well, 40 years later, there are still many places I haven't been. My priority of travel was Europe (Italy, France and Spain) and I tend to want to return to places I have been to rather than to travel to countries I have never been to before. Am the same way with ice cream. Every time, same flavor. Boring, ehhh??? Pistashio nut and Jamoca Almond fudge. Why mess with anything else? So I repeat myself. Rome, Paris. Sicily. Paris, Sicily. Guess it just takes more times to be able to travel.
Right now, am a bit stuck. I am just about to break ground on a house up in the California foothills. A dream house so to speak. Yes, a large project. Once I reach a certain stage in building (or complete it!) I hope to hit the road again, and continue my treks.