When I was a kid, we used to take these awesome frantic trips where we would haul around exploring everything until exhaustion knocked us out at the end of the day. I loved it so much that when I grew up and began traveling on my own I kept up that pace. But there can be a problem with that pace: the thing is… I don’t think it really suits me. Not really. My favorite moments from travels come in the more still, more observant times. This was even true when I was a kid, but somehow as I went out on my own, I forgot that. I forgot how important the still times are.
This all stopped a couple of years ago in Florence. Jordan was really all about the food while I was all about the art and history. It was Christmas time and the cheerful atmosphere all around combined with how happy he seemed on the several-day-long-carb-load made me feel more lazy. Chairs begged for me to stay seated in them, cafes beckoned me off of the streets to stand and enjoy a second cappuccino, stone walls on ancient bridges called out for me to sit and just watch the water go by for a while. It was heavenly. It also “cost” me a lot of time and we decided to skip the Uffizi. *Gasp* not the daughter of an art history professor?! Yes, even I. It was just too much! Running around like nuts may mean I see everything, but what I lose is that opportunity to let a place settle on me and become a part of me.
Spending all of March in India has meant there’s been plenty of time to let the atmosphere settle in. The sounds of horns on the street blended with the noises from the kitchen and chatter from the garden to become a kind of soundtrack. Instead of wandering all about with my camera and only my little sketchbook in hand, I decided to tote a watercolor sketchbook. Below, are a few of the sketches from my days and adventures while there:
Sitting in the courtyard enjoying the mango tree at V and AL’s house Indian squirrels look like chipmunks A visit to Mussoorie for a long day trip The havan where my baby nephew was named!