The love of place is something that we can't shake. When I think of beloved, of course family comes to mind, but at the forefront is place. I love to travel, and these are a couple places I hold in my heart.
Beloved Vienna: at 24, two months before I married the love of my life, I traveled to Austria with a group of fantastic musicians. I soaked up the opera and ran the streets daily. I found favorite coffee shops, I smoked cigarettes & ate gelato like it was my job, I didn't shave my legs or armpits and proudly held on to the rail on the U-Bahn. I wept in concerthauses, my heart raced in museums and I realized the power of art daily. I will never forget my time in Austria, feeling free, and sure of myself. Vienna solidified my values in music, life, and love.
View of Vienna from a glass elevator. St. Stephen's Cathedral dominates the skyline.
Beloved San Juan del Sur: at 25, freshly married, adventure and love and no worries. A Honeymoon in Nicaragua! James and I learned a little Spanish, drank Tonas, smoked cigarettes, made new friends. I ran the jungle roads, he free-styled in the waves, we surfed. Huge, loud, thunderstorms took the power out, we stayed in. Everything was salty and sweaty. I smiled at wide-eyed babies and mothers with big bellies, dreaming of the babies we would make soon.
At 26, we'll take Josephine on an adventure to Colorado to visit my best friend. I suspect baby will be walking then. It'll be so fun to stop and look around on the way! Then in May, travel to Seattle, another beloved place. I'll bring a bus-load of 30 singing High-School singers, and see if I can show them why I love to travel. To fall in love with a new place, and a new part of me.
Disclaimer: this post took a little longer than five minutes...