Jet wing over the Netherlands, June 2011
I should point out before carrying on, that the photos mostly have a date of 2011.
It was a ridiculous year of travel, a logistical brain breaker, and left me in December, dreaming of the hum of jet engines when I slept. ( I do dream of airports quite a lot, no surprise.)
Well. In 2010 we won a trip to Israel through the Design Exchange, and it was fantastic. The beaches in Tel Aviv rank as one of those wildly happy places I need to go back to. The rabbit warren streets of the old city of Jerusalem. Lovely people. Lovely country. Safe. Great food. (Aware of the political/religious hot potato of it all, we just simply didn’t care.) Dead Sea, Ein Gedi, Mount of Olives where we nearly ran over a camel. That was March 2011.
Six weeks later, I was winging it off to Amsterdam for two months, for a language course, and to meet more of my family. I had the utter fortune and generosity of a lovely little house to stay in Haarlem, and visited London UK, Den Haag, Utrecht, and Nijmegen during my stay, plus a token dash through Belgium and an amusing French Passport stamp obtained by being in that strange zone whilst crossing borders, and not actually setting foot on real French terra firma. I long to go back. My heart aches for Amsterdam in ways that can’t be silenced. It was towards the tail end of this trip that I started writing again. Think Rijksmuseum, Keukenhof,Van Gogh Museum, the Red Light District, Artis Zoo, and a day in London with a friend, who tended nicely to me as I’d completely busted an ankle and limped across London, The Museum of the Docklands, the Science and tech, the V and A, the Wellcome Collection, Natural history, and beers in Camden.
Then. A brief respite then off to Dragoncon in Atlanta, where I think I pushed the limits of sleep deprivation to some interesting levels. I vaguely recall we taught the token adorable Brit to say in an american accent, “Strip, Bitch!” and it was all kinds of wrong and all kinds of laughing till we had tears in our eyes.
Started classes, ( goldsmithing, never mind buying this girl jewellery, she makes the bling), and then we were off to China for two weeks, 3 days in Beijing, 2 in Xian, 5 in Shanghai. Saw the sights, the Forbidden City, Summer Palace, The Water Cube and Birds Nest, The Great Wall of China, Xi’an, Terra Cotta warriors, an overdose of dumplings, running in to friends from Canada, visiting a friend working in Beijing, Shanghai, an acrobatics show, the Bund, pearl and jade markets, fakes markets, the world financial tower, and the hotel I swear, if i need to get away to write, I’ll return and no one can find me.:D
There was an ill fated trip to DC for a friend’s wedding, where i was to go Toronto to JFK to Dulles DC, and wound up Toronto to Cinncinnatti!, to Detroit at which point I was 4 hours from home by car in 18 hrs of travel and I realized it wasn’t to be.
So yeah. Kinda logged the air miles. Had the netbook for writing. Spent much of the layover in Hong Kong in the Cathay lounge, writing. ( we had business class tix, which is an astounding way to travel.)
This year’s a bit subdued for my class schedule and his time off. But i have a passport. I aim to wear it out.
So that jet wing in the clouds: That was my year last year. Not as much as some people, but for your average person, it was pretty ridiculous. and I loved every minute. I get antsy when I don’t travel. I feel it, the pull to GO PLACES. Soon. And I’ll have my writing and sketchbook, grabbing ideas and inspiration.