A TRAVELER'S LITTLE LOVE AFFAIR

by today my way - Monday, June 16, 2014

How was it possible for my dad to know what a nearly five year old girl would give up her last Kinder Surprise egg for? There are a thousand and five ways to please a little heart and this seashell bracelet is among them.

So we're back. To start soaking up the sun, get ready for school this September, pack some more for another holiday trip. You guessed it, we're not for an easy month. But before we enter this crazy season me and Nadia talk about our recent short getaway all the time. Like we have nothing really interesting to say than reminiscence on views we missed the minute they left our eyes. We're not complaining, in the blink of an eyelid the contryside-style summer I know, love and will not hesitate to engage in fully this year will wrap us up in the same delicious way. I'm already creating a sense of excitement just by sitting and typing it. This time we traveled quite long hours each day to get to desired destinations on time and according to plans but those journeys melted away in a sense of constant relaxation, well-being unknown elsewhere. Trains appeal to me like no other thing. The sound of wheels pattering with regular pace, landscapes of shapes, sizes and forms running away from lethargic eyelids spark curiosity as nothing alike. With this little booth, a secluded spot of two vis a vis seats and almighty access to your own window this is the key to a wonderful experience. And I really want to see a lot from my seat - I want to smell it too, hear each buzz signalling rushing off or stopping at a random station tantalizing the eye with hedges of wild plants, bricked walls you don't know what's behind, bunch of mature trees, an open space obstructed by the shape of window I rely on. Ever dreamed of getting off at one of empty platforms in a place no one knew you existed? You bet, I get this all the time! Just for a mug of coffee or a quick pie conversing freely with a stranger or sitting quietly denying any form of etiquette. I'm blessed it takes three hours to get to where my dad lives but I'd take the long route there anyway, anything to keep me on the seat of a train for as long as there is not much to fall in love with outside. Yes, you look other side too - greet new passengers with a silent nod, peek behind seats strategically placed to secure your intimacy and only give an idea what can be happening in the neighbouring booth.

But yeah, you assumed I'd be talking about the actual trip or trips we took. We talked, we laughed, jumped up to the window at anything that sparked an interest even if it was an abandoned platform full of fidgety pigeons. The day was cloudy, rain dictated our dress code, the heat coming from under the seat radiators kept us snugly contented. Our bodies needed rest so we slept on the move too and that little body cuddled to my arms letting mama steal some sleep along the way with a cheek secured by a soft skin has been my most favourite. That week undoubtedly tired us out, falling asleep at the start of journey and waking up fully immersed in a dream was kind of our reality. Once we arrived at my dad's place, a quick grocery shopping trip was in order to get us through the evening and beyond as his flat is only livable when there's a woman involved. Also we haven't slept that well in hours! The minute our heads hit the pillow, there was no news to get us up. Tiredness is bliss.