Friday, May 10, 2013
Not Quite Home
Lonely Planet, Andalucia lays on the coffee table, 3 half unpacked suitcases sit on the bedroom floor, 2 bags of assorted souvenirs rest on the dusty unused treadmill. The windows of the apartment remain open despite the cool air and rain tonight airing out the space that was uninhabited the last three weeks. Jet lag grips us still just as habitual holas and gracias roll off our tongues from time to time even though there is no longer a need to communicate in Spanish; remnants of our brief immersion in another country. Transition days. The space in between.
In a few more days, home will feel like home again, but for now the lingering images and voices and scenes will drift in and out of our minds. The sudden memory of a moment or a vista still fresh and poignant prolong the journey a little longer. I am overwhelmed with ideas for blogs. Travel always provides me with so much fodder and yet I am not ready. I am greedy. Sharing might diminish the memories somehow. I think I will hang onto it all a bit longer, let it ferment and brew for a time before I splash it out on paper.
The details of picking up the day to day routines once home seem to steal a bit away as well. I want to ease back in gradually. Not all at once. Few appointments. Minimal calls. Next week will be soon enough.
Plans have already begun for the second leg of the "gap year". That is entirely enough "busy" for now. That, and working off the Reubenesque figure I acquired during the first leg! Best we did come home before it became more like a Modigliani. I think I was only about one croissant short of that!
Buenos noches for now.