First things first, thank you Layna for covering for me on the 23rd, feel better real soon Mia, congratulations Tari Lynn, and welcome new followers! It’s gonna take a moment to get to know you all. 😉
And hi, my name is Dita, and I’m not the silent partner, I’ve been on the road, traveling the west coast of Thailand. The sun is in short supply but great demand this time of year up here (Scandinavia), so we travel in search of it as often as we can. Plus the world may be cruel and crazy, but it’s also full of beauty and wonder and I grab every chance of seeing it, warts and all!
Spot the differences, or should I say similarities, if you can find any. Last week (sorry for the blotches, taken in water):
It’s been snowing ever since we returned so there’s no going out without seven layers of clothing and Hubby, who’s been mucho macho about removing everything by hand, is eyeing some heavy-duty snow blowers. No wonder, we’re jet-lagged and travel-worn and I’m having serious trouble getting my game on, but I find it a good tired, a happy tired where your head swims with all you’ve seen and heard, smelled, touched and tasted.
I don’t think a writer’s mind ever vacations. Without even noticing, you’re always on a hunting and gathering expedition, taking in the world with all your senses and tucking things away for later use. Some new/renewed sights and sensations gathered along the way:
Sand fine as flour, white as talc
A tangerine sun setting over azure waters
Stars by the thousands (Living in a city, you never really get to see them.)
Fish in every color you care to imagine (I found Nemo!)
Sea snakes and baby sharks
Sharing your toilet with ants, spiders and mosquitoes, and feeling you’re the intruder (Obviously their turf and trail until someone built a toilet on it.)
Locust concertos, as if conducted. Crescendo, furioso, diminuendo.
Curry. Red, yellow and green. Chili, lemongrass and kaffir lime. (Yummy and oh so hot.)
Beer (which I rarely drink). There’s not always water to be had but there’s always, always, beer. Seriously. (No, the kids didn’t have beer, they had colas in a pinch, but the recipe was so artificially syrupy I chose beer.)
Fruit, the way it’s supposed to taste (Papaya so ripe it smells like barf but tastes like sugary butter. Hmm-mmm.)
Jellyfish burns (Have managed to avoid them all my life. Well, they got me now.)
The silence of the sea, interrupted by fish nibbling on coral (You can totally hear it. You can! I have footage!! Recordings!!!)
Falling asleep to the crashing waves
A police boat in the middle of a field, tossed way inland by the tsunami of 2004
The smell of puke mixing with engine fumes, and seventy more minutes to go (Makes even the strongest stomach roil.)
The salty breeze. Balm to the skin, balm to the soul.
Holding on for dear life in the back of a pickup truck going 55 mph/90 kmh. Your ride.
Tropical thunderstorms. There’s rain and then there’s Rain.
One of my Hydroterra Shandals dying on me at a Really Bad Moment
Sweating up a mountainside. “Madam follow trail.” (Madam couldn’t see a trail, only a barely there path in the jungle. The view was totally worth the grime and climb.)
And a myriad other things waiting to be digested. I wish I could report I had some awesome holiday sex, but no such luck this time around, we traveled with kids in tow 24/7, and you bet it was frustrating having my hot man from the cold parade his half-naked self around me all day long. It was a tease of a two weeks, but we’re home now and uh oh look a the word count, I’m tiring you all out, aren’t I?
Travel heightens your capability for and sense of wonder because you’re removed from the common and comfortable and taken Elsewhere where they do things differently. The farther removed from your everyday existence the better, methinks. But more on that on my blog later today, if and when I get my thoughts in order. By the 23rd, I should have gotten my smut on. And you can take that any way you like because that’s what you’ll do anyway. 😉
Until then, have a sexcellent carnival weekend, 69ers!