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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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 [...]
“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 [...]
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. – T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets Accidental photo alchemy, a hurried photo from a moving bus. The park in Dominica was full of people on that warm island day. Best I could do was snap a photo, and try to [...]
One of the men told me he thought well of Cairo. It was interesting. “Take it from me,” he said, “there’s a lot in seeing places, because you can remember ‘em afterward.” – Rudyard Kipling This was a hurried moment in downtown Cairo. Captured while rushing past many intriguing stores and shops on a quest [...]
Uncover what you long for, and you will discover who you are. – Phil Cousineau, The Art of Pilgimage I don’t know where the wanderlust comes from, just that it has always been part of me. I believe it comes from the ancestors, who traveled great distances searching for ‘home’. I search for my own [...]
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