The Abenake in me.

I have been planning a last minute Christmas trip to a place, kind of obscure. It is a place that I have never been to before. I was telling a good friend about the trip and she said….why are you going some place that is so isolated? I hadn’t thought about it as being isolated. She wondered how I was going to make out with no museums or important sites to go to.

The last 2 years I went to Roma ( 2014)and Venice (2013). 

So I was thinking about it. I love to be in an ancient european city, going to museums, restaurants, sites….I LOVE to know my way around.  For some nutty reason, it means a lot to me to know that I know Rome, inside and out….I never get lost. It’s the same with Florence ( even more so because it’s smaller ) and Amsterdam. 

Maybe it stems from living in New York City and loving the city and knowing the city so well.  I often miss NY, but I know it’s not the same anymore.
I have missed Hawaii, Kauai, so much since I have been gone. I know Kauai so well, the secrets paths and beaches. My heart becomes attached to the land, the beauty, the feel of a place and I want to return time and time again. 

I love to study a place and really get to know it well. It's geography becomes a part of me.
People that live here, where I live,  often say to me…you know more about this area than I do and i’ve lived here for 15 years. I guess it’s just what makes me , me.

So, with this upcoming trip, I don’t need a big museum or site. I want to get to know the land, the back roads, the ins and outs, the food, the culture, the language…I want to get to know it well. It’s a special place and I am looking forward to the quiet and isolation.  

I think a new Chapter might begin with this trip. I have some mental and physical personal  demons to expel.

Adamant