“If adventure does not wait on the doorstep, climb out through the window”
The day is warmer than it’s been, the sun is shining and the air is quite still. I was on the deck just after I woke up and thought how much about how much I love the mornings almost anywhere I am. When I was in Europe, I was always up so early breakfast had yet to be served. I’d go outside and listen to and watch the stirrings of the day. I’d smell the air as the morning air smells different. It has a freshness full of possibilities. In Ghana, the mornings begin early, but they were always my favorite part of the day. On this trip, I loved getting up at 6 and watching as Bolga woke up and began its day. When I worked, I was up at 5 or 5:15, and I felt as if I were the only person alive. No other house had lights, and I never heard cars. On warm mornings I’d stand outside and watch the sky for the first rays of the sun. It was a glorious way to begin my day.
Today I have a few errands, and my friends and I are going out to dinner to celebrate both their birthdays. Nothing much is planned for the rest for the week. My dance card is fairly empty.
My trip has stirred the travel bug far more than I expected. I had hoped to silence it for a bit, but it seems the bug is spreading throughout my entire body. I find myself looking at different travel sites wondering about my next trip. I’ll have to fill the larder, my bank account, first, but now I have a reason to save more money.
I’m laughing thinking of all the new hobbies I should start to occupy my day so I can stay home and spend nothing. Maybe I’ll learn to crochet, and everyone will get doilies for Christmas, the kind that go over the chair backs. There’s always origami and making thousands of cranes. They can decorate Christmas gift boxes of doilies. Years ago I made my own wrapping paper with stamps and water-color trees. That sounds like a wonderful project. It goes on the list. Colorful napkins are easy to make-it’s just keeping the hems straight which gives me trouble. Maybe I’ll make them all different sizes and shapes so they’ll look avant-garde, not messy. People will think me creative rather than untalented with a needle and thread.
Well, it’s time to make the bed, get dressed and get in gear. I miss having my bed made, and I miss calling Thomas to pick me up for the day’s adventure though I suppose, no matter where, every day can always be an adventure.
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September 21, 2011 at 12:26 pm
The rain poured down so hard when I drove to work this morning that I had problems with seing the road. But now the clouds opens up and I can see the last of the sunshine for today.
It is pitch black in the village when I get up and no lights can be seen until I drive to work. I´m up even before the farmers here 🙂 🙂
As You know I love mornings and tries to get out on our walk before the day gets spoiled by noises and sounds belonging to the modern world. When I´m in a city I want to get out early so I can feel all the smells from the bakeries and cafeterias 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
September 22, 2011 at 8:06 pm
Christer,
That happens here sometimes, and I like to pul,l over where I can find coffee from a drive-up window then I just sit and enjoy the rain. I know, though, you don’t have those windows in your area in the world.
If I were still working, I too would be getting up in the dark.
I love the mornings in a new place. You get a better feel of theplace that way.