*This is another exercise for the book club book “This is Woman’s Work.” This exercise was fun for me, as I’ve dreamed of traveling the world, to some specific places, for my whole life. In this exercise, we were asked to actually put ourselves somewhere: a real, geographic location or a place in our imagination, and compose postcards from those places. Here are mine:
Greetings from Cairo! There is ancient magic here, I feel it penetrating my soul. The sun is hot, it beats down on me, making me sweat, but I don’t mind. Gazing around me, I see so many colors in the souk, and look there…pyramids in the distance. Sitting at a small table, I can smell spices and coffee. The taste of hummus, REAL hummus makes me smile…the perfect hummus, not too much garlic like back home. Smiling, I sit here, eating my snack, listening to Oum Kalsoum drifting over the air…her songs tug at my heart.
I’m excited to be here, finally. My lifelong dream of seeing the pyramids, my 15 year dream of learning real Egyptian Raqs Sharqi, real folkloric dance, from Egyptian dancers…to immerse myself in Arab culture, music, movement, food…I love it here. I feel like I don’t ever want to leave.
Cheerio from beautiful England! Wandering through the streets, I can smell the storm approaching…its going to rain again. Grey skies, red phone boxes, although you know I’m searching for a blue Police box! I swear I can hear the TARDIS around every turn. I’m exploring at my own pace today. Popped into a little chippy for the most delicious fish and chips I’ve ever eaten. London is beautiful, even on the grey and rainy days. Rain is falling lightly on my skin…it feels more magical than a rainstorm in the states.
I could live like this…grey skies, a hot, steamy cuppa with milk and sugar, maybe a good book…Traveling all over to see the amazing historical sites…there’s magic here too. Deep, magic. Faery mounds, too. I could explore forever.
Hola from Argentina! I’ve dreamed of coming back to Buenos Aries for a good 10 years. Returning to Zarate to visit all the old restaurants, to taste the delicious fish empanadas. Its humid here, I’d forgotten. The humidity feels heavy on my body, and my hair…what a mess! Wandering the flea market, I look at all of the beautiful colors: the blues of the flag, the dusty rose of the Rhodochrosite jewelry. I can smell the mate, brewed hot and fresh, its bitter and delicious. I’m so glad that I finally came back and experienced the wonders of the city at my own pace…siestas, and late dinner by the water…
Ah, Chicago. I’ve missed you SO much. As the bumpy train pulls into the station, I can feel the anticipation already. My home. My favorite. Can I do it all in one day today? I step off the train, the fumes from exhaust assaulting my nose with a loud “welcome back.” Walking down Michigan Avenue, I hear the street musicians playing their hearts out. The skyline is just as majestic as I remember. All my favorites: The Field Museum, The Art Institute, they’re all welcoming me back with open arms. Finally, dinner at Pizzeria Uno, the cheese burning my mouth, the amazing taste of home filling me.
Is this real? Am I here at last? Oh Ireland, I’ve dreamed of you my whole life. As far as I can see, rolling hills, greener than anything in the States. The scent of fresh air and the faintest scent of heather are all around me. I lay in the green grass near the cottage, and feel the earth beneath me…my roots. My ancestors. My history. All here. I close my eyes and I can hear the birds singing to me. My neighbor pops in…her beautiful accent bringing the biggest smile to my face if she asks if I’d like to join her for tea. I’m delighted. The tea is sweet and strong. My heart is content here. This is my home. This is where I’ve longed to live out the rest of my days. In my beautiful cottage full of books, tea, and a crackling fire.