Travel, sometimes, may have to renounce
The ordinary to discover new consequences
Boredom is unnecessary.
With my green bug, I braved muddy roads and narrow alleys
Walked fishing villages, medieval churches with unusual frescoes,
Temples with a thousand Buddhas, tasted
exotic foods and learned different cultures.
I got robbed once and almost drowned
The chains I have to break.
Of course, certain memories are eternal:
Sacred places forbidden
And fruits one should not touch.
“There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over any encounter, and to extract is juice, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it…” -Mary Sarton, Journal of a Solitude