I have an internal GPS machine. It’s like this: I say, give me directions from Sacramento to Los Angeles.
It says, go over to Interstate 5 and head south.
So I do that. I’m heading south.
Then somewhere along the way, it blurts out, Re-routing… Turn east to Bakersfield.
I sometimes surprise myself with how slow I can be…
Our being is not to be enriched merely by activity and experience as such. Everything depends on the quality of our acts and our experiences… —Thomas Merton
Last summer in Ubud, I happened upon a dessert shop with a drink called cendol.
The very first time I entered Ubud, Bali, was in a “grab car” (similar to uber) last summer. I knew very little of the place other than the fact it was considered the cultural center of Bali, or that’s what I’d been told from others.
I don’t care a whole lot for seeing pretty sights and scenery, such as nature or nice buildings and statues. I think it’s why I get to see so many wonders of this world, or why I get to experience wonder in the many things of this world.
Having a migraine on the morning of a travel day isn’t ideal, and yet, it’s not a whole lot different than feeling great. In fact, I can’t argue for any real difference.
I don't know a soul here, but I had a dinner-date companion on my first night in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
And I didn’t even have to use tinder.
The journey is afoot. And yet, isn’t it always the case that it is?
If we go on a short trip somewhere, the trip doesn’t begin when we step away from our home and into our car. It begins long before that.
In one week, I’ll be leaving my home in Chico on a short journey. I’ll spend about a week in LA, then I’ll fly out somewhere. At this point, I’m not sure where, but my first landing spot looks to be Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia—a place I’ve never been.
I posted these thoughts on facebook on December 11th and 20th and January 16th. Since I have some readers here who I'm not linked with on facebook, I wanted to put this here for context. These have been truncated and edited in places...