I had three pieces of my pie tonight. Maybe the swirled chocolate in the creme de menthe and creme de cacoa is making my brain swirl restlessly, around my pillow. Or, perhaps Rick Steves is to blame. We swirled his "Best of Travels in Europe" dvd in our player right before bed, and, now I have a strange longing which doesn't quite find its destination in our two week future Europe trip (in two weeks); rather, it finds its destination in the past, yet it's fruitless to go back there to despair under a mulberry tree, black locust, walnut-pocked ground where daydreams rule.
Yet sometimes those flashes make one want to cry.
C'est la vie.
I am excited for the trip, though. My daughter and I are going on a school trip to England, France, Switzerland, Germany, and the Netherlands. Although I'm not in my romantic twenties any more, immersed in continual fine British literature thoughts, I will immensely enjoy the opportunity to see ancient land (the same as ours, yet chronicled more definitively). I will actually walk into a concentration camp in Germany and climb the Eiffel tower and the Swiss Alps. It amazes me to even entertain these itinerary thoughts. The poor farm girl finally becomes worldly outside of her own head.
Speaking of, we'll travel to Southern Missouri on Wednesday to hang out on the farm. We have lots to do to prepare for both trips....
Am in a state of bon voyage. Am not trying to escape my giant (as Thoreau calls it). Am just wondering how in the world can I get any sleep in the meantime?! Send some zzzzzzzzzzzzzsss... I will need them!
Bien nuit, s'il vous plait!