Often, I have these little memories of the places I visited in the US and EU. I have the urge to write these things down, to keep them with me. The little things are everything, aren’t they?
I was driving on A10 towards Paris, headed to CDG. Autumn was starting, occasionally I’d see a tree lit up like an orange flame, leaves in full change. There were vivid red and bright yellow trees too. I thought “how cool is it to experience the leaves changing in FRANCE”. I enjoyed that little Audi rental car, a fun car to drive. I liked that in France and Greece, drivers understood that the left lane is a passing lane, the right lanes are for travel. Some states up north in the US seem to understand that as well. In California people don’t seem to know this.
I loved getting the hang of the roundabouts in France. They didn’t have as many in Corfu.
Driving to Aggelokastro Castle on these tiny, deserted roads in Corfu was such a joy. I sometimes had tears in my eyes - amazed to have the experience, to be driving in Greece, in a foreign country, for the very first time.
Walking along the cliff side path in Paros, I passed a fig tree. The smell was so incredible, I could see how those trees inspired many amazing perfumes. Paros was special, but Paxos was my love.
I think I loved the fact that Paxos was small. I loved that I could take a walk on the coast road, see a pretty little cove to swim in. I’d often have the cove to myself, it was so perfect. The water was so blue.
The view from my place was really magnificent. It was a sweet, quiet little island. I loved that the tourists only visited for a few hours in the day, then left on boats for other islands. I felt like a local.
Today, I was thinking about Maine, how beautiful it is. It felt wild, old, noble.
I loved driving in Maine, so much to see and discover. The smell of it was so great. The place I stayed was so absolutely quiet. I love that, feeling like I’m cradled by trees.
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