Faraway places…

David-Gretchen-92100When I look back at the beautiful places I have been privileged to visit, I realize that my memories of these trips have been distilled over time to a few bright images, not all of which have been caught with a camera. Click on image to enlarge

Sometimes the single lasting memory is of a happy moment spent with a loved one. Some of these were captured by a convenient passing stranger, like this shot of Gretchen and me on a beautiful and isolated north coast road on the Island of Maui.

I remember so many moments of breathtaking beauty from our visits to Kauii, Maui, Oahu, and Hawaii and these moments were enhanced by the warm welcome we received from tourist-savvy natives.

This was in stark contrast to the memories I have of St Thomas, in the Virgin Islands, where the lush tropical beauty was marred by hostile glares from locals, who could be heard muttering, “Ogly beass..” as we shopped in village stores. There was a vast gulf between the attitudes of shop keepers in Charlotte Amalie and the people in the outlying villages. When you looked closely, you realized the tropical beauty barely concealed deep social problems.

A similar situation existed on the west coast of Mexico, on the way down to Ensenada. The stunning ocean vistas were framed by hundreds of failed construction projects and barely habitable dwellings. These were not just signs of a hard life. There was subtle evidence of a broken society. It was not the kind of place you could get refreshed and revitalized.

Sometimes the memory is of a moment of revelation. I have a vivid recollection of looking down from my railroad car window at a tiny village square in the French countryside, far to the southwest of Paris. It was late afternoon and the quaint shops and cobblestone streets were bustling with shoppers and commuters concluding their business for the day. It looked like the provincial village featured in Jacques Tati’s movie, Mon Oncle (1958).

The train had stopped to discharge passengers and I toyed with the idea of joining the exodous and stopping for a meal in this charming out-of-the-way village. I restrained myself when I realized that visiting this picturesque square without the means to interract socially was an empty activity. I could make the most of the visit by observing the village and its people from where I sat.

I was visiting France on business as part of a corporate acquisition. My command of the French language was rudimentary at best. I enjoyed observing life in Paris and in the French countryside, but without the company of business associates, my interraction with the French was confined to pointing at menu items and murmuring “s’il vous plaît?” with a hopeful expression. It always worked, but lacked the richness of meaningful social interaction.

The images that shine brightest are connected with challenging activities shared by good campanions. Among these are chartering sailboats and sailing the Elisabeth Islands, Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard. Also learning to ski at the age of thirty-five at Berthoud Pass in Colorado and the subsequent years of skiing at Killington, Mt Snow and Sugarbush. Time spent skiing and sailing with friends combined the best of being challenged physically, being surrounded by natural beauty, and performing aesthetic maneuvers.

Hiking in the mountains on the south coast of Crete exploring ancient cities was similarly memorable, probably because I had the services of a great guide, aptly named Jean Bienvenu, who introduced me to his friends and to the local culture. Between the incredible beauty of Southwestern Crete, the friendly people I met, and the great food, this was the most amazingly satisfying time I ever spent in a faraway place.

I returned revitalized and ready for the next phase of my life. That’s what we expect of a trip to far places, a new look at the importances in our lives.

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0 Responses to Faraway places…

  1. Marie says:

    David,
    Some of my most vivid memories are also challenges or voyages. Wish I could have traveled to France with you. I used to speak French fluently, but alas, it has been many years now. Oh how I adore little french hamlets. Have a great weekend–Marie
    PS-Gretchen is quite fetching in that photo

  2. Linda says:

    I second Marie. That’s a wonderful photo of you two! Thank you for sharing these recollections. They were evocative, and allowed me to journey along in a virtual sense. I can close my eyes and picture sitting on rocks above a tide line, now.

    Mmmm. Just lovely.

  3. Beth W. says:

    Lovely picture (congruent with you two lovely people). This is one of my favorite of your posts, David. It really captured the complexity, joy, lure and sometimes frustration of travelling outside our usual orbits.

  4. jen says:

    Your post reminded me of a lovely Japanese film called ‘Afterlife’, which examines the question “What is the one memory you would take with you?” when you die. Recommended.

    IMDB link:
    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0165078/

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