Self travels the world.
And does her best to be happy.
That is all.
Tag: travel
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Self is teaching a class in Mendocino. First time since Winter 2016. Excited and happy to be back.
Here’s the link.
Registration’s open.
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Liking these WordPress bloggers’ takes on this week’s Photo Challenge: QUEST
- Mythrider, for showing two photographers and a painter at work
- The Incredible Lightness of Seeing, for the shot of kayakers in Alaska’s Resurrection Bay
- Badfish Out of Water, for beguiling pictures of strolling through Prague
- GB – Photographie, for an intriguing shot of underground in the Louvre
- A Young Retirement, for three quests: one on the Seine, one in Ecuador, and one from a rodeo in Costa Rica
Check them out!
Stay tuned.
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Self is still looking for pictures to accord with the Daily Post Photo Challenge this week, RARE.
Back in November 2015, she got a surprise invitation from her niece Irene to go on a trip to Florence.
But of course! Self has decided that she will never say NO when it comes to travel. And she’d never been to Florence. All the pictures below are from that trip.
First, a picture taken in the Piazza Signoria. Self had spent the day at the Palazzo Vecchio, her niece had gone to the Uffizi. We met up at the square to have dinner. Self took the picture from one of the sidewalk cafés:
Piazza Signoria, Florence’s Iconic Square: November 2015 On our first morning in Florence, self and Irene were wending our way from our hotel to the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore when we passed a library. And though the library was not in any of our guidebooks, self never passed a library she didn’t wish to explore.
So here’s what was inside:
Self’s ever-curious soul led her to this library, on a street close to the Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral. It turned out to be a library made up entirely of opera librettos. And self thought that was the most fabulous thing.
The most rare and fabulous thing.
Stay tuned.
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Even while I was getting ready, mending my torn trousers, tying a new strap to my hat, and applying moxa to my legs to strengthen them, I was already dreaming of the full moon rising over the islands of Matsushima.
— from The Narrow Road to the Deep North, translated from the Japanese by Nobuyuki Yuasa
1689, Basho made three major journeys in his lifetime. The Narrow Road was the result of the third and last. He was 50.
Stay tuned.
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You’re floating in a sea of tranquil words. You’re lost in reading Basho:
In their ecstasy of a single night
Under the moon of summer.Nothing can be more tranquil than a Basho haiku.
And then:
- That rugged mountain in the village of Sarashina is where the villagers in the remote past used to abandon their ageing mothers among the rocks.
Bam! It’s like a sudden blow to the head. You never see it coming.
“A Visit to Sarashina Village” is in Basho’s The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which self started reading about a week ago and which is going to be — self can feel it — the defining reading experience of the summer, if not of the entire 2016. It is a very, very thin book, but self advances about a page a day.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is MORNING:
- For this week’s photo challenge, publish a new post with an image that means morning to you.
Self’s idea of a perfect morning is waking up in Café Paradiso in Cork.
It means a good, hearty Irish breakfast with scones and croissants and butter and cream and jam and yogurt:
One of the great pleasures of staying in Café Paradiso is, in addition to the great FOOD, the selection of art books in the rooms. And dear blog readers know about self’s fascination with windows, right? These are the windows in the Blue Room:
The Blue Room, Café Paradiso, Cork 
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Basho left Edo in the spring of 1689 and travelled the great arc of the northern routes (Oshukaido and Hokurikudo) in six months, arriving in Ogaki in the autumn of 1689.
He got to the River Oi and wanted to cross but it had rained all day and the river was too swollen to allow it. He continued without crossing the river until he got to the “steep precipice of Sayo-no-nakayama”:
Half-asleep on horseback
I saw as if in a dream
A distant moon and a line of smoke
For the morning tea.Self was mistaken about the entire work being written in haiku. Here’s a prose passage:
My head is clean shaven, and I have a string of beads in my hand. I am indeed dressed like a priest but priest I am not, for the dust of the world still clings to me.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers.
Stay tuned.
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Finished The Lonely City, started The Narrow Road to the Deep North, by Matsuo Basho. It’s a travel book like no other, written in haiku.
In the summer of 1676, Basho returned to his native Edo for a brief visit. He wrote this poem after. It is included in the introduction by translator Nobuyuki Yuasa.
My souvenir from Edo
Is the refreshingly cold wind
Of Mount Fuji
I brought home on my fan.Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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This is a story self started, 2014, in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig. Kept it going when she moved from Annaghmakerrig to Inchicore. Father H still alive then.
Varnish and varnish. I’ll say this for K: she is tenacious. Especially about her delusions.
“Me mum’s a thick,” she said once. “A focking thick.”
“Hmmm,” I said.
“She a root rotter,” K said.
The “I” is a man, but everyone who’s read the story automatically thinks it’s a woman because they know self wrote it and she’s, umm, a woman?
LOL
Stay tuned.
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