Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Sense of Travel

My daughter and I are hitting the road tomorrow or really, actually, the skies. We’re headed to the Midwest for the long weekend and I am beyond excited. First stop: Chicago, one of my favorite cities and the setting for the last novel I completed. I think traveling is an exercise for the senses—no photograph or travelogue can compensate for the actual experience of standing in a different spot. The sights, the sounds, the smells. What do I miss about Chicago? Well, I want to hear this:


And see this:


And this:


And smell this:


Those of you who love the Windy City like I do know just what I mean. Happy long weekend and hope yours is a delight to your senses.



  1. It's nice to have a favourite city. I have several, or select spots in several different ones. Yes, travel broadens the mind, as well as the waistband. :)

  2. This is a cross-post to my other blog. I've had lots of Where in Penrith people asking me to write about my travel regiment ... so here it is:


"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka