My Heart Keeps Calling Me Backward: Travel Playlist For The Homeward Bound
Next time you’re aching for a welcome hug or the familiar feel of that old worn mattress, let this travel playlist lead you back . . .
Next time you’re aching for a welcome hug or the familiar feel of that old worn mattress, let this travel playlist lead you back . . .
After three weeks of family vacation, we were bound to hit a grey point. Though no one ever wants to believe the break-in-routine-brightness of a vacation can dim, it’s inevitable.
These are the things that I now unpack and place around our first home. They – I – may not always be here; but when I do seek out a new roof, a few special items will come with me. These are the things that hint a traveler dwells within the walls.
Every August, you’d strap the luggage rack on the van, plug in the portable fridge, demarcate a safety zone between the back seats and set off for distant mountains or historical monuments . . .
Queenstown’s aluminum roofs shrink to bread boxes, then postcards, as we gain height; at 4,500 feet, it’s a crumb-sized civilization clinging to Lake Wakatipu’s eastern shore…
Halfway across Europe, I asked an impulsive question: what if we did not go home? Now, I’m asking a new question: when is it time to settle down?
Butter. What survived thousands of miles and months of transportation in order to reach New Zealand’s soldiers in World War I? Love, hope and a lot of butter.