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Saturday, May 7, 2011

Wanderlust.

Summers of My Life
2006: Cambridge, England (lived/study abroad); London, Paris (visited)
2007: Bohol, Philippines (lived/humanitarian aid); Cebu, Manila (visited)
2008: spent between Montana, California, and Texas
2009: Israel (lived/study abroad); Palestine, Egypt, Jordan (visited)
2010: Boston (lived/biomedical research internship); DC, New York (visited)
2011: PROVO, UTAH

I know, I know. I'm not really complaining. I have a year and a half in South Korea on the immediate horizon, ما شاء الله. But for now all the travel pics on Facebook are tugging at my heartstrings because I'm remembering that I haven't spent a summer here since I was 14.

Consolation
by Billy Collins

How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.

There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous
domes and there is no need to memorize a succession
of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon.
No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's
little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass.

How much better to command the simple precinct of home
than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica.
Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps?
Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyed camera
eager to eat the world one monument at a time?

Instead of slouching in a cafe ignorant of the word for ice,
I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress
known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning
paper, all language barriers down,
rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.

And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone
willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner.
I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal
what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window.
It is enough to climb back into the car

as if it were the great car of English itself
and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off
down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna.

2 comments:

Coleman said...

I vote we take a roadtrip -- see somewhere you've never seen stateside :)

Jessica Elysse said...

Agreeeeeeeed.