The Adventures of Peg

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Architecture in Madrid

Madrid is a beautifully preserved city, which is a heroic achievement given the damage done during the civil war. I spent hours just wandering the streets admiring the buildings. Here are pictures of some of the things I liked. More coming later tonight.

Mercado de San Miguel, Madrid

My favorite place in one of my favorite cities in Europe: Madrid's Mercado de San Miguel. It's the perfect place to find a great glass of Spanish red, the best olives you've ever eaten, and new friends. :) And yes, everything tasted as good as it looked!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

New Photo Project--Madrid May 2011

I came home from my trip about three months ago with about 10,000 photographs to sift through and edit. It was a ridiculously time-consuming process, but I'm finally on top of the project (yay!!!!), and I'm going to start posting some pictures each day so that there's a better record of what I saw and did than the cell phone pics that I was posting while I was on the road.

I still think about this trip every day, and it's still affecting me every day. The time I spent traveling has woven itself into the core of who I am and how I think about things. It's permanently changed how I view the world and my own and my country's place in it. Buying that one-way plane ticket overseas was one of the best decisions of my entire life, and even though the transition back to the real world has been taking some time, it's been a small price to pay for such an incredible experience. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

One of my favorite parts of this trip was the sense that I was able to bring so many friends and family members along for a vicarious ride. Hopefully getting a peek at some better photographs of the trip will provide additional entertainment. :)

My current plan is to go through the trip more or less chronologically and post a few pictures each day. The first handful of shots that I'll post below were from my first day in Madrid, back in May. I was staying a couple of blocks off the Puerto del Sol, where thousands of students had constructed a tent city and were protesting austerity measures and bringing attention to the tremendous unemployment rate among young people. I remember arriving completely exhausted, overheated and overpacked, very worried that I was making the biggest financial mistake of my life, and downright scared of the prospect of traveling to Morocco alone. Really, as I think back on it now, it wasn't an optimal state of mind for one's first day of vacation! ;) As soon as my room became available, I collapsed in my bed, beside a big open window letting in a welcome breeze. I woke up a few hours later, totally refreshed, hearing strains of Schubert's Ave Maria bouncing off the cobblestones five stories below as a busker played his cello for tourists. I'll never forget the sense of peace that settled over me as I listened to the notes dance below me. Somehow I knew everything would be okay. I was right.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Travel--Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Where I Went! :)

I haven't written text for this blog in quite some time. That's because gradually, as the months of travel wore on, the interesting part of the journey--at least for me--became what was happening to me internally, not the travelogue part. Four and a half months on the road living out of a backpack changed my values, my outlook on other cultures, other individuals, and myself, my relationship with possessions, my self-reliance, my independence, my courage, my sense of adventure, my dreams, my tastes, and so many other things.

And for someone as private and introverted as I normally am, it's difficult to recognize and absorb those changes honestly while also trying to explain them in a venue for public consumption. Furthermore, when I write about something, I can't help but analyze it, assess it, and make conclusions about it--and it was such a fluid time, so full of impressions and subtle (and some not-so-subtle) changes in my environment and myself, that the last thing that appealed to me was rushing to assess and evaluate what I was doing and feeling. I realized that I needed to experience things, let them happen, and allow impressions to emerge in the fullness of their own time--not make neat conclusions at the end of each day.

So for all of these reasons, a couple of months ago, I essentially stopped writing for public consumption and shifted to posting photographs only on this blog.

I returned to the United States this past Saturday, and now I'm not only feeling ready to try to make sense of all of these changes, I feel like I must consciously focus on identifying and evaluating these things so that I can be sure to preserve the changes in habit and mindset that actually matter to me.

In the coming days, weeks, and months I'll spend time adding more content and photographs and details and explanations of the things that I posted during my time on the road. I'd like to leave this as a record for myself and my friends and family, and maybe it can be a resource to other people plotting similar adventures.

This trip represented much more to me than a four and a half month vacation. It was a pivotal life transition. It woke me out of numbness. It opened up a process of discovery of the world and other people and cultures and myself, and I will be changed forever because of it. I'd love to think of this blog being an idea bank or a resource or even just a fun diversion for other people who are either contemplating doing something similar or who enjoy the thought of it, even if they aren't inclined or able to try it themselves. As always, I warmly welcome comments and questions. Stay in touch!

Love,
Peg