This week I have been, for the first time, nostalgic of my year to travel. As I explained at least 10 people, this is not to travel with my backpack that I miss, but this freedom of spirit and action that makes the journey more than a month . I think those hours spent reading the brilliant Stephan Zweig in Montpellier, the whole morning walking near the sea and then write the blue I had seen dazzle, Croatia and Barcelona. I think in Amsterdam with Annie, then with Nancy, I think of those friends met in India and Southeast Asia, I think of Paris, Vienna, Budapest, Cesky Krumlov, Norway with Kine, to everywhere with Matt ...
I tell myself that I was privileged to enjoy all that freedom. Fortunate to be able to live one year with the main concern of choosing which museum I will visit or what wine I tasted in the evening. I liked walking outdoors in the spring of Norway, taking 1000 pictures of Japanese cherry blossoms, Beijing, Paris and Stockholm. I liked so much that I come back in bits and pieces scattered.
This nostalgia is sometimes blissful, but it also keeps me in the moment, the only one that really counts. Here, right now, the leaves glow of beauty and I do not take the time to look, while a lot of tourists make the trip to Asia for the sole purpose of seeing this fall is mine. Speaking of leaves, I think that's 10 ans que je n'ai pas vu des arbres enflammés de coloris automnaux. L'an passé, nous étions en Roumanie, à ce temps-ci. La lumière était douce et les matins étaient frais, dans le Maramures surtout, mais on était loin de nos ocres et de nos orange brûlé. Je sais que je suis extrêmement chanceuse de pouvoir assister à ce spectacle, mais je voudrais seulement prendre le temps d'en profiter un peu plus. Je ne voudrais pas, comme je l'ai déjà fait, passer à côté de l'automne, la tête enfouie dans mes devoirs de grammaire, mes corrections et mes préparations de cours. Je m'en vais faire du camping avec mes élèves la fin de semaine prochaine. Souhaitez-nous du beau time. I would walk alone or with young people, and take time to enjoy the fall that goes so fast, too fast.
Yes, nostalgia hit me this week, but I must not let it win. Regret because at the German villages and mountains of Austria, I pass the wealth around me. I can choose to be free, choose to continue reading Zweig, keep writing. No stopping me. Me sometimes. Least now, I hope. I'm back. Autumn leaves, do not fly immediately, heart in Hanoi, I have not yet taken the time to look at you and well penetrating my your colors, so pretty when they contrast with a blue sky of late afternoon.
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