Paul Theroux - travel writer extraordinaire
I was reminded of my love of Paul Theroux today. My genius brother-in-law Glenn had posted on Goodreads that he wanted to read 'The Men Who Stare at Goats'; and if you saw the movie you just know the actual book has to be f-ing brilliant entertainment about our 'real' and 'true' human story. I remember watching the movie with my mouth hanging open in amazement.
Anyway, as happens on Goodreads, one click leads to another and before I knew it I was face to face with the master again.
This book thrilled me...
Mr. Theroux has my way of being while he travels. He sits back, observes, keeps a low profile and using all his senses, breathes through people and places like the air.
I adore travel. I paid off my home and live frugally so I can travel. I haven't traveled much, yet. But I will, more and forever.
This summer I will spend the wedding week of my daughter and her soon-to-be on the VA shores of the Potomac River. We will stay in 8 mid-century-modern-like cabins, us and my wonderfully quirky family. We will stupefy ourselves with divine culinary delights and teach ourselves with trips to the Smithsonians, then finally, we'll roll around in the love of my daughter and her beau as they shyly stand before us, accepting each other under the bowing branches of the majestic old trees.
My next dreaming is around Europe...
Where is your next dreaming about?