My husband died in April 2007. He was the love of my life and my traveling companion for more than 50 years.
Backpacking in Europe while we were students, beach holidays with our toddlers, camping with the children and later just the two of us. After our retirement long, wonderful travels: Africa, the USA, and so many dear countries in Western Europe.
Now I don’t travel much anymore. Sometimes just a week with one of my children and their family.
But last year I thought: ”I do have to see New York City.” And I loved every minute of that trip, with my daughter.
Bitten by the travel bug again? I don’t know.
But so many countries and cities are still there and they keep saying: “Come and visit us! We are so beautiful!”
Now first on my list is Venice, Italy!
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes
lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape,
remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday,
lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons,
memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
William Butler Yeats (1865?1939)
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.