The Importance of Keeping a Journal Part 2
May 20th, 2004 | Posted by Shannon
So, I just finished writing my Spain trip journal. This brought up emotions that I have not felt since I left Spain a month ago.
Love, and travel, are the same. Love and travel. When you lose a lover, you feel like you are missing a foot or something. (At least I do. I mean, when I am the one who is left. When I am the the one that splits, I feel like I have an extra foot.) It’s the same with travel. When it is over you limp around for awhile with drool coming out of your mouth. But even worse than that is the day or two leading up to the leaving part.
I experienced the last two days in Barcelona all over again when I wrote my trip journal. That awful feeling of seperation. The heavy sighs, the glasses of wine sucked down even faster than normal. The placing of skull in hand with elbow resting on counter. Gawd, that’s an awful feeling. And now I am looking back to a month ago, after these four plus weeks have sort of healed me of the whole seperation thing. All those memories dredged up. It’s hard, for me, not having money to be a vagabond traveling person. I have visions of winning the lottery, but I am not lucky that way.
Market smells and colors swirl in my brain. The aroma of garlic fried in butter haunts me. I long for rain, because rain filled many of my Spanish moments. I wrote here once that one must keep a journal, but now the journal tortures me.
I live for the longing, I always have.
May 22nd, 2004 at 2:01 pm
I have just started working on my my trip notes from Venice so i know exactly what you mean. I am just starting, and to make matters worse I am not sue my brain and I know my heart has not completed the jurney my body made a eek ago. I really do have to learnhow to be two places at once.