Europe – A Long Way to Travel for a "Self Discovery"
I don’t journal. One of my Mother’s favorite sayings to us girls (there were 5 of us) was “Buy you books and buy you books – all you do is eat the covers”. A lot of her favorite sayings pop up willy nilly.
I’m so busy looking and thinking that I can’t make myself sit for any length of time and jot down a full thought. My thoughts are pages long and I don’t have the patience to sit through me writing them down. I know, time to reach for the straight jacket (which reminds me I should probably sculpt a self-portrait in a straight jacket made out of ephemera-junk).
Germany – (beautiful country – way cool and efficient Train System). When we started traveling in Germany (we traveled by train or on foot (3-5 miles a day) everywhere) I noticed that the Graffiti Artists were awesome and usually confined to the flat concrete walls along the tracks or under bridges (I didn’t see much, if any, graffiti in the towns we visited). Visually, not being able to read German, I didn’t see anything that looked angry. All the graffiti was complete – usually with a background color and then words, few pictures, painted on top. Their technique and use of color was terrific. On our third day in Germany I had to ask myself if I would think the Graffiti was so beautiful if it lined the Amtrack line around Atlanta. I’m not sure – but it sure was pretty.
I gained 5 pounds and my husband lost 2. We were like Siamese Twins – we did everything together – it ain’t fair.