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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Bringing Back the Song

The song reached out to her, and she risked the disapproval of her fellow travelers by delaying long enough to learn its name from the shopkeeper.  And so she carried the music home, where she could replay it at any time. From thousands of miles away, she closes her eyes and returns to the caravanserai [...]

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 [...]

Uncover What You Long For

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 [...]