Did you read in my blog I'm going around the world? Did you? Did you? Did you?
As you can see, I'm kinda excited. Two weekends ago, my husband and I went to our first travel fair. The bijzonder vakantiebeurs is supposed to be about "special" trips. No mass tourism. A greener footprint. Some of the trips on offer are theme-based around craft or getting into the wilderness. But Frans and I haven't got that far yet. We're still trying to decide what the hell this trip is all about.
Frans is interested in the concept of time. What it's going to feel like to be on the road for six months. Will we relax into a routine or tear each other's hair out? The latter is sure to happen if I plan this trip like any other vacation. Learning to let go is the first of many lessons to come. That's the topic of this week's blog post: How to Get Lost.
Yet even as I dream of faraway places, what I'll be leaving behind comes sharply into focus. Last Friday was the first time I heard one of my students read her work in public. I felt like such a proud mama. And now that I've started teaching my second writing workshop, my brood will only continue to grow. How can I abandon my students, not to speak of my baby boys?
Of course, my children are no babies. They're adults just like my students and I am not indispensable. Besides, I'm not gone yet.
Though reading L.A. Son made me want to jump on a plane to Los Angeles. It's a memoir, food map and cookbook all rolled into one fat burrito that could only have been made with love in the City of the Angels. Check it out in my review: Feeding the Homies.