Wanderlust Cafe

Somewhere at the crossroads, one finds the Wanderlust Cafe.  A meeting place, a place of respite, a  place to have some exotic tea or a stiff drink, eat fruits and simple food, a place to stow your pack in a safe corner, or lay out a few trade goods for sale.  Listen to foreign tongues, write or sketch in your journal, argue philosophy, send postcards and file dispatches, or just sit and dream.  Send some emails (though we can’t guarantee the internet is working, shrug).

There’s spies and smugglers and adventurers and artists and all other sorts of low-lifes.   Fortunetellers.  Bards.  Poets.  Pilgrims.  Gods and goddesses in disguise.  One never knows.

Where is it?  Along the Silk Road, off the Barbary Coast, on a Greek island somewhere near Delphi or Shangri-La.  Hard to find, hard to miss.  Under the shade of a centuries-old mango tree.  Adorned by long-limbed descendants of Egyptian temple cats.  A place to tie up the camels and the horses and dust off your fedora.  Swap some stories, or some lies.  Hatch a conspiracy.  Dance if you wish.  Scream if you need to.  Love if you dare.

Welcome!

- with love for the journey

Visual Journal page by Lou Ann Granger