familiar travel song.

 Photo taken with my Nikon SLR. Ahmedabad, Gujarat: INDIA

I’ve been missing traveling. It’s been almost 18 months since I have been to another country, (besides the 2 hour plane ride for a weekend in Mexico for a friend’s vow renewal we went to last fall). I mean real travel. The exploration. Those who know me, know this is a long time. With a just reason of course, I was pregnant and then gave birth to my own love bug, rearing the travel bug in me to the side. But I’m itching again. Mommy hood has been good to me, and of course my daughter’s precious eyes, (she really does have the most unbelievable eyes), remind me that this part of the journey is a different kind of travel…to a place of unconditional love.

So I guess, the rest, well, it’s just a layover, a temporary stop in my exploration of culture, life and learning overseas. Yet at times, I still can’t help but to long to hear the song of travel, (over the sounds of Baby Einstein’s blue puppet that my daughter just goes ga-ga over).

The sounds of airports and unfamiliar tongue, the scents of a country’s comfort food sold by street vendors, the bold colors of it’s flag against the skies.

This photo is was taken on my travels to India in 2009, when I went with my mother and she led me through the neighborhoods of her childhood, turning corners and through narrow streets, recognized what was still and taking in what was new. To me, it was all new, and I stopped at anything to that made me feel something to snap my camera. Which felt like everything. In an odd way, it all was old familiar and new, even for me. I wrote this poem when I got back:

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