we requested a copy of Martha Gellhorn‘s book “Travels with Myself and Another” from the Library and when it arrived we devoured it in two days – she is glorious (caveat: she was writing about Africa, Russia and China in the 1940s so has many Scary and Slighting opinions of the residents of those Lands that were au fait in Those Days and most certainly are Not today – just saying – read very carefully).
as is our wont, we took notes and inscribed her words in the current moleskine (no. 148 if you’re curious) and yes, that is the inside-of-a-fortune-cookie from the tiny thai restaurant in hollywood last night (well wouldn’t you keep that one if you got it, love?)
we adore people who (also) write-to-writers.
we started to have a tiny Reverie about the Places We Have Been – will you indulge us as we go through the modern equivalent of one of those slide shows that “Bob and Nancy are having in the basement of No. 63 Acacia Lane” circa 1954 when they got back from the Cruise? (Bob and Nancie are fictional and motifs just to be clear).
here are the notes that who-we-are-in-RL made in INDIA:
I went to India last year for the first time.
It was a business trip – not an attempt to find myself or drop out or whatever else one is meant to do on a trip to India.
But it happened all the same. I loved the heat, the Namaste, the frankly curious meeting of minds and spirits. But most of all I loved the afternoon I got to slip away after work had ended and watch the cricket match before walking in the cool gardens of the temple nearby. The sounds of summer. Swishing saris, thwack of the cricket ball and flies buzzing in the thick air.
and That Heat.
and the curious sadness of an elephant’s eyes.
what can one say about CHINA?
well here’s what we did say while we were there.
as we recall, CHINA was a strange combination of the left-to-decay-of-decadence (a lesson for the future?), an ancient Land of mystery and contemplation and a subway straight out of Bladerunner – here’s our eyewitness account of That experience.
Travels are all very well.
but sometimes the journey is much more, how can we put this, is more of an internal one *wistfulLookToCamera*, in a metaphysical sense.
“travel is compost for the mind”
as Martha Gellhorn said.
as is Staying Put and not running or being busy or distracting oneself.
perhaps (undoubtedly, actually), Proust said it best.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
where have you travel(l) to recently (or a long time ago and still think on it a great deal with affection), and learned a great Deal, darlings?