Martin Buber said, 'All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.
Frances MayesItaly's siren call lures us more and more.
Frances MayesThe words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths.
Frances MayesWe are walking on the foundations of literature, up the steep, stony path in the fiery heat.
Frances MayesVicki shines with intelligence as brightly as with beauty, a clear open face, black eyes, and a smile that makes you see what she looked like as a nine-year-old.
Frances MayesAll afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words?
Frances MayesOne of those flash epiphanies of travel, the realization that worlds you'd love vibrantly exist outside your ignorance of them. The vitality of many lives you know nothing about. The breeze lifting a blue curtain in a doorway billows just the same whether you are lucky enough to observe it or not. Travel gives such jolts. I could live in this town, so how is it that I've never been here before today?
Frances MayesBut the essence of a place, the part of it that picks you up and puts you down somewhere else, cannot be given to the reader through factual description. And maybe not at all. You have to find your own secret images. The slow fall of a coin into the gorge with the sun catching the copper only for a moment, and the fall into nothing says more about a sense of place than three pages of restaurant and hotel descriptions...
Frances MayesAs travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.
Frances MayesAlways, I liked the infinitive 'to go.' Let's go, let's go. let's really go. 'Andare' was the first verb I learned to conjugate in Italian. 'Andiamo,' let's go, teh sound comes out at a gallop.
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