02 December 2003
"melody"
it's incredible how a song or a melody can take you somewhere. to places you've been before, and places may never go again. yesterday a song took me back to a place i long to be. riding on that dirty, bumpy chicken bus along undeveloped roads where it would take 14 hours to travel 400 miles. sitting in that classroom trying to speak her language 4 hours each day to a girl who doesn't speak mine. lying by the sea, letting the waves crash over my body and the sun kiss my cheeks, and putting on my gear to explore the world underneath that blanket of water. dancing the salsa, merenge, and the marcarena (!) at la cashbah while sipping on 15 Q cuba libres or 7 Q gallos. walking barefoot. strolling the park with my new found friends from norway, denmark, iceland, guatemala, canada, holland, germany, and various other countries. eating pupusas, tacos, plantains, mango, fresh corn from the grill, tamales....drinking coconut water fresh from the coconut, sandia con leche, cafe, or red fanta out of a bag. hearing the sounds of marmibas, wooden flutes (ocarinas), drums, conch shells, guitars, rattles/shakers, maracas, rain sticks, chirimiasms, and xylophones playing on the streets. watching people dancing, children laughing, tourists shopping, and locals selling.
i loved waking up to cities/towns/villiages surrounded by lakes, volcanoes, jungles, rain and cloud forests, and beaches. i can still catch the smells and "aromas of copal incense and pungent marigolds mingle with the fragrance of freshly-ground chocolate, baked bread and sweets as children play and families remember." a place where all your senses are alive, rich and full of zest! my mind's eye is full of wonderful memories. it has seen places that it used to dream of. places i never thought existed. but they do!
and yesterday, that simple song brought those feelings back....and i couldn't believe how much i missed it. it's almost that time again.
it's incredible how a song or a melody can take you somewhere. to places you've been before, and places may never go again. yesterday a song took me back to a place i long to be. riding on that dirty, bumpy chicken bus along undeveloped roads where it would take 14 hours to travel 400 miles. sitting in that classroom trying to speak her language 4 hours each day to a girl who doesn't speak mine. lying by the sea, letting the waves crash over my body and the sun kiss my cheeks, and putting on my gear to explore the world underneath that blanket of water. dancing the salsa, merenge, and the marcarena (!) at la cashbah while sipping on 15 Q cuba libres or 7 Q gallos. walking barefoot. strolling the park with my new found friends from norway, denmark, iceland, guatemala, canada, holland, germany, and various other countries. eating pupusas, tacos, plantains, mango, fresh corn from the grill, tamales....drinking coconut water fresh from the coconut, sandia con leche, cafe, or red fanta out of a bag. hearing the sounds of marmibas, wooden flutes (ocarinas), drums, conch shells, guitars, rattles/shakers, maracas, rain sticks, chirimiasms, and xylophones playing on the streets. watching people dancing, children laughing, tourists shopping, and locals selling.
i loved waking up to cities/towns/villiages surrounded by lakes, volcanoes, jungles, rain and cloud forests, and beaches. i can still catch the smells and "aromas of copal incense and pungent marigolds mingle with the fragrance of freshly-ground chocolate, baked bread and sweets as children play and families remember." a place where all your senses are alive, rich and full of zest! my mind's eye is full of wonderful memories. it has seen places that it used to dream of. places i never thought existed. but they do!
and yesterday, that simple song brought those feelings back....and i couldn't believe how much i missed it. it's almost that time again.
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