Today I was asked by my brother “where is your last blog about the Taos trip?” As I generally wrap up my travel with an end blog, he wondered where it was. Well, it had been written, just never posted. I’m glad for the reminder to complete this travel blog, especially in light of the significance of this particular travel experience.
Eight days sounded like a very long time when I arrived in New Mexico. It seemed a luxury of time. I had never stayed this long in Taos.
This “substitute” trip was way beyond what one thinks of as a substitute. It was a fabulous trip unto itself.
Still, I was not ready to leave when we reached the eighth day. But then, I’m never really ready to end my travels.
It does help, though, to have another trip scheduled.
What is it about travel for me? I live in a place of the country that is in itself a destination. Yet I yearn to take my seat in the sky to fly to another place. Part of it is certainly the gift of flight, as for so many years I could not travel by air. And, too, it is me – it’s what I do. I take flight, and I soar!