It's been a while. A long time ... since I posted anything on this blog. I've been traveling. In fact, I've traveled a lot. And I should have had many stories to tell. However, once I'm back and the magical mood of the trip ends, I almost immediately sink into daily life. And slowly, as I unpack and put away my personal effects from the trip, the memories slink into oblivion. The sand on my slippers gets washed off. The wrapper that held a local treat finds its way into the trash can. The stack of brochures, maps, and directions scribbled on hotel notepaper get filed away. A stray reminder in the form of a magnet or charm is all that remains on the refrigerator.
It was in such a state of hard-baked lethargy that I rediscovered writings by my very first writing mentor and travel journalist, Jeroo. (I wonder if she knows that I considered her my writing mentor.) Jeroo is always on the move, traveling, experiencing, writing, ... and sharing those incredible places. She's the kind of hardcore travel journalist who would probably forget her toothbrush (well, maybe not) but never the diary in which she captures her journeys. As the managing editor of the magazine where I had jumped on as the editorial lackey, she once inspired me to write, describe, recreate ... . Two decades later, she's done it again.
Most recently I made a trip to the Mayan ruins at Tulum and Chichén Itzá, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that is a fabulous reminder of the mathematically gifted people who once called it their home. The photos and accounts of that trip deserve a separate post, which I'll try to push online soon.
Thanks Jer for refilling my parched inkwell :)
It was in such a state of hard-baked lethargy that I rediscovered writings by my very first writing mentor and travel journalist, Jeroo. (I wonder if she knows that I considered her my writing mentor.) Jeroo is always on the move, traveling, experiencing, writing, ... and sharing those incredible places. She's the kind of hardcore travel journalist who would probably forget her toothbrush (well, maybe not) but never the diary in which she captures her journeys. As the managing editor of the magazine where I had jumped on as the editorial lackey, she once inspired me to write, describe, recreate ... . Two decades later, she's done it again.
Most recently I made a trip to the Mayan ruins at Tulum and Chichén Itzá, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that is a fabulous reminder of the mathematically gifted people who once called it their home. The photos and accounts of that trip deserve a separate post, which I'll try to push online soon.
Thanks Jer for refilling my parched inkwell :)
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