The journey as a metaphor for life, as we change and how it changes our approach when we begin to travel with other people … I do not need anything else to introduce the words of Silvia …
There’s this flash in my memory, where I just about nine years, I came to this wonderful journey in Provence, and whine sitting on my parents’ bed, telling my mother that “I miss.” Nostalgia of thing, I have asked her, which has always been a rather precise. Nostalgia of the trip, I told her, I remember it very well. I wanted to go back there. I had this feeling, still tangible today after 20 years of real nostalgia. My mother told me that nostalgia heals enjoying things at the moment, and so there is no need to feel nostalgic. Learn to enjoy things in the present, he said.
Taaacito. Slide one of the moments that we store under “grow up”.
Another time when I really thought that the journey is a great metaphor for life was when I found myself having to convince (see also pray, or read more begging) the father of Leonardo from a weekend in Paris, 48-hour a city of my heart, with baby in tow.
“Come on, but we’re not even 48 hours” or “from, but it’s a great drudgery” or “and all kinds of weather? Not even two days to catch the rain? “.
I proposed, demanded and required, suggested combinations of planes that have been consistent with our business needs, we insisted until, I admit, has not done as I wanted. You say, of course, always the case, is the man who gives in. Or the woman who manages to convince him, making him believe that maybe it was his idea (if you can not convince them, confondili!). In fact, the title of this post was to be: tricks and spells to get boyfriends and husbands anxious to leave for travel improbable.
When I think back to the organization of the weekend, and many more times when me are a bit ‘”dragged” behind, I think that basically, our personal way of approcciarci the trip, it is our way of life approcciarci .
I am impulsive, live belly, follow insights, and I organize myself in a concrete way, with common sense, but then to panic on the spot with the unexpected last minute, and in the end, laugh about it.
He is more inclined to ponder, to evaluate hundreds of times and against, defer or delegate a decision, but then when you throw, do not hesitate anymore.
I do not know how to be your traveling companions. If you are always ready to paragliding, to do 17 hours by train in India, facing 24 hours of plane with seven children in tow, if they are the ones that if they have a pair of underwear and a toothbrush can travel anywhere, and if they do not have them so if they buy them. What I think I have learned, it is that the journey is a metaphor for life because it teaches us really the meeting point.
Between two requirements. Between two routes. Between two desires. In two hours in which to set your alarm, between two ways to fold the mesh pack. And when by “two” you get to travel in “three” well, the meeting point can be meet the needs of travelers less than a meter high, but also bring a bag full of beautiful experiences traveling and lived, and ways to undertake the journey. With a little ‘unconsciousness, but so much attention. Her heart beats you as you climb on the plane, although a beat with emotion and the other because it continues to have a fear of flying. With a smile in his sleeve when you sit at your computer to look for the cheapest for the next trip to the discovery of the city that you can be his dream, and that you do not say no.
Yes, maybe this post was to be called really spells and tricks to get boyfriends and husbands anxious to leave for travel improbable, and the main trick is “let them believe that it was their idea girls, show them that you believe you are only given to do on the internet! “but I would tell only part of the story.
Because, between the ups and downs of different views out the windows that are sometimes stunning cliffs and other gray suburbs, between the current climate just step off the plane and back into the real world, among the threads at three in the morning as you cross Italy in the car, between the accounts that do not add up to the next ticket you would like to buy, the truth is that the journey is unstoppable.
Business travelers really divided in my life journeys, and no destination is a milestone. And ‘you know, we moved along from here to there. Or, we took two different aircraft, and we exit. Then we came out, in a new world. And we found a frozen storm, or we sat drinking a cappuccino in the sun.
Probably because you become traveling companions, and the great thing about sharing a suitcase, is that one day I raise a little ‘I, that after you raise, and when we have to climb the stairs because the escalator does not work …. the raise together.