"The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favourite words are linked: departure time."
"Travel pushes my boundaries... Seemingly self-indulgent, travel paradoxically obliterates me-me-me, because very quickly- the own little self is unlocked from the present and released to move through layers of time. It is not 2006 all over the world. So who are you in a place where 1950 or 1920 is about to arrive?"
"When you travel, you become invisible, if you want. I want to. I like to be the observer. What makes these people who they are? Could I feel at home here?"
"Travel releases spontaneity... you open, as in childhood, and- for a time- receive this world. There's the visceral aspect, too- the huntress who is free. Free to go, free to return home bringing memories to lay on the hearth."
I could quote so much more- she knows exactly how I feel about travel. She writes about eating at Botin restaurant in Madrid- which we did last Fall. Her recollections of places, cities, museums are vivid and colourful.
She makes me want to travel.
But most of all she makes me want to write.