There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here?
Anne Morrow LindberghTag: travel travel-writing
What I remembered most clearly about this Jinja road was that on portions of it, for reasons no one could explain, butterflies settled in long fluffy tracts. There might be eighty feet of road carpeted by white butterflies, so many of them that if you drove too fast your tires lost their grip, and some people lost their lives, skidding on butterflies.
Paul TherouxTag: travel
I think one travels more usefully when they travel alone, because they reflect more."
(Letter to John Banister, Jr., June 19, 1787)
People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. I’ve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because it’s the best place to pick ideas. Just like Italy, Spain.. or Iran are the best places to pick saffron. If you want to pick opium poppies you go to Burma or South-East Asia. And if you want to pick novel ideas, you go to Paris.
Roman PayneTag: writing inspiration creativity travel ideas paris france expatriate expats asia writer-s-block burma opium expatriot opiate saffron poppies opiates parisians
I keep going back
as if Im looking for something I have lost
back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland
back to the beacon, the breast
the smell and taste of the breeze,
and the singing of the rain.
Tag: love journey travel wanderlust
Tourists went on holidays while travellers did something else. They travelled.
Alex GarlandTag: travel
You can't understand a city without using its public transportation system.
Erol OzanTag: travel urban city urban-life transportation traveling-alone public-transit
I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.
Simone de BeauvoirTag: life friends books man woman write work selfish loneliness travel anger myself greedy
I heard a choking sound behind me. When I looked back, Cannoli was hanging from the backpack harness with her hind legs circling frantically in the air. She looked like she was riding a bike just above ground level.
"Cannoli," I yelled. I unhooked her and made sure she was breathing on her own. When I tried to get her back in the backpack, she whimpered. I talked to her soothingly yet firmly, then tried again. This time she started howling like I was hurting her.
People turned and stared as they walked by. "What are you looking at?" I said to one couple. I suddenly felt true remorse for every time I'd stared at a parent with a toddler throwing a tantrum. I made a vow to be a better aunt to Tulia's kids if I ever made it out of this parking garage. I pleaded with Cannoli one more time.
When life gives you twists and turns, Chique Yourself Up in Italy!
Barbara ConelliTag: travel italy travel-essays barbara-conelli chique-secrets-of-dolce-vita travel-narrative-nonfiction
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