So I thought I would share a quick story from our travel escapades that may, at first glance, seem rather pedestrian, but, upon closer inspection, lends meaning to the connections we make through travel.
We had started our trip to Provence in the great city of Paris three days earlier. After a cloud like train trip on the high speed TGV, we arrived in the former city of popes - Avignon - picked up a car, got lost several times and arrived in mid afternoon at the utterly delightful and creatively repurposed manor house Lumani. After settling in, we decided to take a stroll in the old town center and purchase some cheese and bread, wine and fruit for a late afternoon snack. In addition, we had to purchase a knife to cut our locally produced goodies. The Lumani is designed around an immense, yet intimate courtyard complete with sculpture, comfortable chairs and tables and a small fountain. In addition, it gave us protection from the famous mistral winds that blow during certain times of the year in Provence. As we enjoyed our afternoon meal and talked in broken English and French with the artist wife of the duo that owned this fascinating little hotel, the travel of the day finally caught up with us and we retired early to our well appointed room for a long night's sleep.
Call me weird, if you like, but this small daily reminder of the joys of travel and the uniqueness of a culture somehow doesn't seem weird, but seems completely relevant. So next time you look at some something that you picked up in Madagascar or San Jose, allow those memories of travel to rush back into your consciousness. If nothing else it will take you to a place that you just know you need to go - and soon.
Here's to You and Yours Having a Happy Thanksgiving,