The not-so-usual way to travel

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On our usual subject - what are your top three unusual ways to travel on a gloomy, rainy, autumn afternoon? Here are ours:
1. Trip to the backyard - for all those who have a backyard with trees and flowers, don't forget to enjoy it! We put on our rain coats and rubber boots, and went for an expedition in the backyard. It all looks so different after the rain! We looked at the drops on the petals, followed the ants searching for food, climbed our big tree and listened to the water whispering in the leaves. We got all muddy, there is hard-to-clean stuff under our nails, our child covered his face in black earth and resembles a SWAT member. Our little basket is full now with treasures: coloured leaves, dried flowers, one or two herbs that survived the cool weather, a feather left by a bird, fruits from pine trees and oaks. Our afternoon will be spend arranging a "wish board" - we will put all these treasures in an old frame, top them with glass and save them forever.
2. Trip to the park - for those who live in apartments, enjoy the park folks! It offers almost the same if you only leave the alleys and hit the small roads among the trees. We watch the birds leaving or still looking for food in the lake. The squirrels get their breakfast from our bags and come so close to us! We make photos of the branches with the rain drops and red-yellowish leaves. We investigate the hidden roads, never really knowing where we're going to find ourselves in one hour. Civilized as it looks, the park still offers secrets to the searching eye. We eat there, climbed on a tree and listening to the wood. It is a different world in the heart of the everyday world we are so bore of sometimes.
3. Trip to the gardens - you know those various gardens they make in the big cities - the manicured ones with fancy plants, either botanic gardens or just designer gardens. We found they could be a hidden spot. Fewer people go there in the fall and especially when it's wet. But this is really the time when you can inhale the aroma of the foreign petals, whisper to them your winter dreams and wishes, breathe deep the humid, enriched air around these travellers who came from all parts of the world to your city. Celebrate them for their beauty and courage. Our favourite thing to do - take some great music with us, sit under the majestic plants on the wet ground, and listen.

The most important thing: make it look like a trip! Pack your sandwiches, get the picnic basket, blankets, clothes, etc. Even a trip to the living room can be exciting on a gloomy afternoon. We are currently setting our small tent in front of the TV, I will make the food, all packed in little boxes, the movie will be shown in one hour, the blankets are to be on the floor, the little one is stuffing his backpack with toys... :) We are setting off to the living room!

A vacation project in progress and sleepelss nights

Well, I'm on my way to finish a business project through the website - a vacation research and planning for an old lady, willing to travel alone... Sounds sad in the beginning but on afterthought, why not? Isn't travelling alone a special, dedicated journey? I can relate to that 100%. My best travels, those that left lasting memories, were the travels I undertook alone. It may be only me, it may be the way I see things where everyone else doesn't see anything, but I loved my travelling alone and was never lonely.

Paris was such a travel - the first time. It was then that I found the bookinists, the artists in Monmartre, the little Moroccan restaurant which I still visit regularly, the Italian pizzeria where the wine gets better each year, the buses to take me to Versaille and Fontainebleau, the squares where the Three Musketeers spent restless nights having duels, the paved narrow streets with wooden doors in stone walls behind which I could clearly hear the whisper of long women dresses...

I think it is the perception. We are all so different. If the person we are travelling with doesn't see the same things or at least similar, the trip can easily turn into a nightmare. A fairy tale lover travelling with a master of logical thinking? I've been there. It doesn't work.

Anyways, I'm happy. The old lady is going to a quiet Provencal mansion where she will enjoy home made food, nice little excursions, village market, some wine tasting, and even sunbathing. All this in the company of a few American ladies around her age. I would have arranged some Spanish time for her too, or Portugal but it's too hot and heavy for her. The pine trees next to the Mediterranean will be better. I did such a good job, very proud of myself :))

And it's already Canada Day, so happy one to all celebrating out there! I'm off to finish the "One Year In Provence" by Peter Mayle. Being on the last few pages, I find "A Good Year" much better although my favourite book related to South France remains "Chocolat" by Joanne Harris. She should have stopped there. "The Lollypop Shoes" was not good enough, in my humble opinion.

Good night to all the world, sleep well and dream of moonwalks, waves, and secret paths in night gardens.