As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps

The House Protects The Dreamer; The Houses That Are Important To Us Are The Ones That Allow Us To Dream In Peace. Guests We've Had Stop In For A Night Or Two All Come Down The First Morning, Ready To Tell Their Dreams.

If You've Got A Plot The Size Of A Car Or A Tiny Yard In Italy, You're Going To Be Growing Tomatoes And Basil And Celery And Carrots, And Everybody Is Still Connected To The Land.

The Italians Have Their Priorities Right: They're Driven, They Do Their Work, But They Really Enjoy The Day-to-day And They Don't Put Off The Enjoyment Of The Everyday For Some Future Goal.

The Dream Lover-what A Bold, Insightful, And Enticing Novel. And How Vigorously Elizabeth Berg Brings Us The Iconoclastic Life Of George Sand. Berg Writes With Such Intimacy And Compassion That I Think She Must Have Some Shared Ancestral Dna With Sand. I Savored Every Page.

Everything I Pick Up Seems To Lure Me Away. Everything I Do In My Daily Life Begins To Feel Like Striking Wet Matches. The Need To Travel Is A Mysterious Force. A Desire To 'go' Runs Through Me Equally With An Intense Desire To 'stay' At Home. An Equal And Opposite Thermodynamic Principle. When I Travel, I Think Of Home And What It Means. At Home I'm Dreaming Of Catching Trains At Night In The Gray Light Of Old Europe, Or Pushing Open Shutters To See Florence Awaken. The Balance Just Slightly Tips In The Direction Of The Airport.