Everything would, of course, go very slowly. It would take two days to reach Rome, a month before one finally sailed exultantly into Sydney harbor. And yet there would be benefits tied up in this languor.
Those who had known the age of planes would recall the confusion they had felt upon arriving in Mumbai or Rio, Auckland or Montego Bay, only hours after leaving home, their slight sickness and bewilderment lending credence to the old Arabic saying that the soul invariably travels at the speed of a camel.
This new widespread “camel pace” would return travelers to a wisdom that their medieval pilgrim ancestors had once known very well. These medieval pilgrims had gone out of their way to make travel as slow as possible, avoiding even the use of boats and horses in favor of their own feet. They were not being perverse, only aware that if one of our key motives for traveling is to try to put the past behind us, then we often need something very large and time-consuming. …
Whatever the advantages of plentiful and convenient air travel, we may curse it for being too easy, too unnoticeable – and thereby for subverting our sincere attempts at changing ourselves through our journeys. [BBC]
there's a bit too much distortion in this song for my taste, but i'm liking it all the same. it's helping a little with my vacation withdrawal. speaking of which, if you've never been to guanajuato, mexico, i highly recommend you go there. i went for a wedding and discovered it to be a hidden treasure smack dab in the middle of mexico. glorious weather this time of year, charming euro vibe, friendly people, practically american-free, fantastic food (sans stomach ache!), creepy mummy museum... i could go on.
on another note, sleigh is a really weird word.
"...And we can drown in pools of the thick dark words we threw..."
my favorite so far off frightened rabbit's new album, winter of mixed drinks. which is quite appropriate, not because of anything to do with the band; because it happens to sum up my winter socializing... it was, indeed, filled with mixed drinks.... required consumption in a chicago winter, me thinks.
Q What's the etiquette for having sex when you're a guest in another person's house? Friends spent the night and shared some passion. I don't have a problem with this. However, this was period sex, and I was left with bloody, sex-stained sheets. Am I wrong to be annoyed? Can I ask them to replace the sheets? —Hostess With the Menses