How many times can you honesty say that you’ve been grateful for jet lag? Until recently, I’ve never been thankful for that miserable strain upon my body as it adjusted to local time after a long, uncomfortable international flight. But had it not been for an evening of tossing and turning, I might not have given up hope on a night’s sleep and risen earlier than I’d intended. If not for jet lag I might not have drawn back the blackout drapes of my hotel room at just the right moment and laid eyes upon the most stunning sunrise I’d ever seen casting a fiery red glow over the San Diego harbor. This time, I was very grateful!
As a little girl, I loved to travel. For me, a plane, a train, a bus, or a car could take you to new worlds and magical destinations. And when there wasn’t some usual means of transportation waiting to take me away somewhere, books could step in and fill me with wonder, taking me further by sweeping me away into the past, or far into the future. Strangely, or perhaps naturally, now that I’m all grown up and on my own, those two passions remain steadfast. I still love the zap of electricity as a trolley pulls up to the station, the hum of the airplane as it climbs into the sky through the clouds and simply the heart-racing anticipation of waiting for the adventure to begin. The experience, of course, is even better when traveling with a really good book (or even a journal to sketch what I see or to record my thoughts in) and my camera–has become a natural extension of my arm.
This week, I am excited to have discovered that WordPress offers a weekly photo challenge. I’m happy to be able to share one of many beloved memories of an unexpected wonder during my travels and I’m looking forward to the many photo challenges ahead!