Dépaysement (n.) – Origin: French – Definition: The disorientation felt in a foreign country or culture. The feeling of being a fish out of water.
O.K. Obviously feeling like a fish out of water in a foreign country is not really an issue for me. Quite the opposite. I have loved every country I have traveled to. Even the ones I didn’t LOOOVVEEE.. I also didn’t really hate. I especially loved traveling with my daughters. They also always seemed to adapt very well to the random places we visited. Like we really made every country feel like it was our home and we fit in to each place so nicely. For example, my daughter just joined in the family photo of this family in Shanghai, China. Even throwing them rabbit ears.
There were things in some countries that made us uncomfortable at times. Like the domestic pet section of the zoo in Shanghai. It was funny to us, but also, uhm, interesting.
However, for me all of the experiences were about learning lessons of tolerance and acceptance and just being able to have fun. I know at times, my kids were homesick and wanted the “normalcy” of “home” but in retrospect we all talk about how they were amazing times and none of us would ever change any of them and all of us would go back to any one of those days to relive them and stay longer and appreciate more!! I hope you enjoy.
Well, I guess we were like fishes out of water for at least a little bit of our time there.
“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”
Ivor; Lia; Tim; Nuno; purpose; Bernard; Ria; Roisie; Stephanie; Anna; Outlandish
Mångata (noun) Origin: Swedish | The reflection of the moon on the water.
The sun rising.. the moon setting.. the moon rising.. the sun setting. I am lost in the dance. Which is which? I think I know and then I look again and I can’t decide. Does it matter? The start of one and the end of the other which only signals the start of one and the end of the other.
I think that the reflections of the moon on water are amazing. Just as the reflections of the sun on the water are blinding. I am a day person by nature, but you can’t stare at the sun like you can stare at the moon. I love the moon because when it is big and round, you can see the imperfections but you still love it. You still know that it is beautiful. It casts eerie shadows and changes size and appearance when you move. While it is changing, as you move, it follows you. The sun does the same. So does it matter which is which?
In my opinion, they are equal in beauty, substance, and style. Specifically with a nice glass of red. So I ask you, does it really matter?
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
Moon links: purpleraysblog; carolyn; calmkate; michelle; sinhayati; jane; indira; apk; Timothy; Rosebud
Ukiyo (noun) Origin: Japanese | The floating world – Living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life.
A hard translation of this word dates back to Japan’s Edo-period as it describes the urban lifestyle, and a famous related word is ukiyo-e or Japanese art paintings of the ‘Floating World’ or of our fleeting life and transient world.
I was fortunate enough to take a vacation with my daughter to Croatia. I let her plan the entire trip. Where we stayed, where we ate, what we did. It was one of my favorite trips. I didn’t have to make any decisions (only had to pay for everything.. haha)
I sat on this very cool spot for hours in Zadar, Croatia. We visited this place again and again throughout the day because it was just interesting and beautiful. It was mesmerizing. Next to it was an ocean organ. They were steps that went into the water and when the waves came up it would sound like an organ. Seeing people walk across this at different times of day made it seem like you were in another world. At night it would light up. I think it was one of our favorite places in Croatia. The entire country was amazing and one day I will go back.
Croatia: inavukic; Dave; slovanians; lidija; michael; Ellen; viveka; maris; Isaiah; luke; kylie; isaac; Cameron; nathaniel; tina; ahoyne; somewhere; justtravel; chester
The Sea organ is an architectural sound art object located in Zadar, Croatia and an experimental musical instrument, which plays music by way of sea waves and tubes located underneath a set of large marble steps.
Hodophile (adj.) – Origin: Greek Definition: “Lover of roads”, or better “love of travel.”
My life is a road man. Walking on it, sitting on it, marveling at it. Imagine if we had no roads. Sometimes the road is hard but if you stay on it, you will get somewhere. If you don’t like the somewhere you end up, you can leave it behind and go off on another .. if you can’t find another road.. build one. Brick by brick.
If you go off the road, that’s ok. Just keep going, eventually you will find another. There are no wrong turns. Only wrong choices. Keep movin’ man. keep movin.
Roads – stickymango; misstraveler; prab; milford; monkey; agov; wanderingcanadians; baydreamer; newlife; restlessjo
Trouvaille (noun) Origin: French | A lucky find.
Perfect bubbles in a perfect sky. I dreamt one time that I could live in a bubble. Reflecting everything around me. Rainbows, shadows, sun, and rain. Floating in a fathomless world. Bubbles are enchanting and beautiful and so delicate.
Once I grew up I realized that, for the most part, I was already living in a bubble. Everyone was living in a bubble. As a matter of fact, most of us spend our entire life in a bubble. We spend our life in our cozy little bubbles, separated from other bubbles. It’s a choice. Even if it’s a subconscious choice. Your bubble is your norm.
Too, too delicate.
We get annoyed when our bubble is popped, or disturbed in any way. We label the things in our bubble so they are recognizable to us and our bubble friends. It’s a comfortable place to live.
But so, so delicate. So, so fragile. So easy to burst. That was a hard lesson but a necessary one.
My trouvaille was finding my bubble again. Learning that I could come and go from my bubble and merge with other bubbles and leave again, undamaged. Realizing that no matter how far i strayed from the bubble, I would be able to return to it. How lucky am I?
I enjoy the beauty of the bubble, they’re fluid and yet they have these geometric shapes so they do surprising things – two spheres become a single sphere – it’s what bubbles do. ~~Tom Noddy
Trouvaille: Ka; UtKarsh; strider; Dhanan; caholmes; Jess; viixiin