Bags are packed and I’m crossing my fingers I’ve thought of all of the things I could need. May “Letters from the Year of the Travel” went out bright and early today. I was folding letters over my hand made post cards at 5am with a huge grin. I get so excited to send them out to everyone who’s following along with my adventures. Sharing my adventures with you helps the joy and pleasure of the trip last longer. I always wish I could watch as folks open their letters and see what they think of the packaging, post cards and whimsical letter.
As I packed for this Italy trip I wonder what's in store for me. It’s a country I’ve never been to which makes it extra new and exciting. My Cousin and her mom left a few hours ago and I’ll follow in just a bit. My sister and her husband will meet us in Rome on Saturday. I couldn’t be more thrilled to share this travel adventure with my aunt, cousin, sister and brother in law. I feel like I must be the luckiest woman in the world.
I plan to blog throughout the trip and I hope you’ll follow along. What are your summer travel adventures?
I'm still unpacking experiences from India like a suitcase left open, full and disheveled on my bedroom floor. The trip over but memories like clothing half in, half out of the bag. I'm not sure what pieces are clean and which are dirty
5 lessons from Greece. What could you do today to put these lessons into practice for yourself?
When I signed up for this yoga retreat I didn't realize that I would be one of only a few English speaking participants
After a long voyage home I finally arrived in Greensboro last night around 6pm. I'm significantly sleep deprived which causes huge emotional overwhelm for me. I'm not sure what to do with myself or the stillness that of Greensboro after the commotion of India and intense travel. Instead of writing I'm going to offer you a picture post of images from Udaipur.
My eyes fluttered open as my brain registers the Muslim call to prayer; I'm wide-awake in an instant. It's five am, still dark but it will be light soon.
Photos from Mumbai yesterday
"when we foreigners get sick here it's most likely because we don't have the tools to emotionally digest what we see. As a result our bodies create a physical reaction to what our minds can't process. If our minds can't purge the pain at least our bodies will."
"My lungs feel heavy, I imagine a smoker's lungs might feel like this, but I haven't been smoking. My nose is working overtime filtering the smog filled Mumbai air."
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or the dehydration for that matter, but on the short rickshaw ride in I had the comforting sense that I was powerless, it felt like someone was whispering in my ear "if you want to enjoy this trip treat it like a rickshaw ride, don't hold on too tightly. Let it all unfold naturally or you'll miss the magic".
The impact zone feels just like it sounds and there I find myself overcome with crashing waves and swallowing a good deal of salt water.