I haven’t been around because I’ve been chilling, and before I was chilling, I was traveling—days crammed with stuffing suitcases, riding
taxes and buses, making it to the airport on time, threading my way through crowded duty free shops, spending hours on four square feet of airplane seat space, gazing out windows of buses, taxis, cafés and marveling at the world outside. First the sandy desert landscape of Israel, burnt and barren in the sun, where you have to look twice to make out a fortification wall that’s been there for a thousand years, or where you have to wander under the tarps of the Shuk to find life bustling along, sheltered from the blazing sun.
Days when you haven’t had enough sleep, when you still push yourself to meet a friend whom you haven’t seen in two years and whom you know you won’t see again for probably a long while, when you find yourself between countries, and still having a major moment of human connection at an airport café where service is way too slow for the rushed world it’s supposed to serve.
Days when you gaze out the bus window at the stately tall buildings of Scotland that you know have been there for centuries, 4–, 500 years at least, buildings that have been rained on and rained on and still stand, buildings that could tell stories of Scotland’s bloody history (when is history ever not bloody?) but instead stand silent, eternally erect. Days when it rains softly all day long, the way it never rains at home in Chicago where the wind blows forcefully and the rain comes down in a thunderous pour. Days when by late afternoon you’re completely soaked so that even a sojourn in a smoky stuffy pub won’t dry you, but at least a tasty pint warms you, and you’re glad for the cool wet weather after weeks of 41C in Israel.
travels—I took lots of pictures of the breathtaking Scottish countryside, and the ancient sites I visited in Israel; street scenes, bucolic scenes, breathtaking landscapes. And of course, during my own travels, I spent a day sitting in a cafe writing postcards. One of them was mailed to my sister and her family, and it arrived just a day before she and her daughter embarked on their big trip to visit me. A circle was closed.