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.

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Half Dome

Half Dome, Yosemite – 17 August 2011 Perhaps … if I take enough pictures of Half Dome … it will become mine. – with love for the journey. Photograph by Lou Ann Granger, Yosemite, 17 August 2011

Tree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth

I pace upon the battlements and stare On the foundations of a house, or where Tree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth; And send imagination forth Under the day’s declining beam, and call Images and memories From ruin or from ancient trees, For I would ask a question of them all. – William [...]

Losing Sight of the Shore

“On ne découvre pas de terre nouvelle sans consentir à perdre de vue, d’abord et longtemps, tout rivage” (“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore”) – Andre Gide, Les faux-monnayeurs [The Counterfeiters] (1925) A  favorite saying, which re-surfaced for no apparent reason the other [...]

Buenos Aires Longings

Buenos Aires nights. She is there. Dancing. Laughing. Yet I’m not. Why not? – Lou Ann Granger Perhaps I am a bit jealous. Others are visiting Buenos Aires on a steamy summer night. Why am I not there, too? I realize I could be if I wanted to be. There is a longing, but no [...]