literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
The Crazy Lady in the Polka Dot Tie
The Drink Shop hid on the corner of two remote streets of Old Town Alexandria, its worn, painted brick often going by unnoticed. Its wooden door displayed a little sign reading ‘OPEN’, barely hiding the peeling lavender paint underneath. A message was painted on the window outside, artfully curled on the tail of each letter: There’s a story in every bottle.
By Tyler Means5 years ago in Wander
I know the location of the Greek Fountain of Youth
"How fast can you change?" Fresh out of the Dead Sea, dripping sea water on the steps of the Waldorf Astoria, I received the invitation of a lifetime. I was lucky enough to be in Athens on a college trip when my super cool Art History Prof asked me to join her on a jaunt to the oldest Byzantine Monastery in the world. After a few days being rather disappointed by modern Athens, Kenny Roger's Roasters and the ilk not really being my romantic idea of Greece, I was hungry for some dyed in the wool museum quality experience.
By Gretchen Walker5 years ago in Wander
Bookcrossing - An excellent way to share books and to connect with people
I believe a book should not be condemned to stay on a bookshelf, imprisoned by a single owner. Books should be free to travel to other hands, eager to explore them and learn from their authors' ideas endlessly.
By Jair Ribeiro5 years ago in Wander
Don't Give Me No Bull
Don’t Give Me No Bull John W. Gilmore Just another day in Costa Rica, during the dry season. In Santa Anna de Piedades there was always a soft, gentle breeze. Fran and I sat in the Unity Church of Costa Rica located at the top of a hill on its own little campus at a workshop on some type of meditation or the other. It was too long ago for me to remember. I do remember how much Sarah and Benjamin enjoyed it--just as much we enjoyed them.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Wander
New York
I decided to visit the Empire State building. It had been a long week at the office, and I needed to see something new. I had planned to go many times since I arrived in New York, but I just hadn’t taken the time to do it. Today was going to be the day.
By Delores Rockett5 years ago in Wander
I Saw a Ghost
I’ve been having this problem over the past few years. Trying to decipher one reality from another. I’m sure there’s a more sophisticated diagnosis that can help me figure it out. But I’d rather not venture into the psychological and medical side. The imagination is boundless and is grounded by one’s passion. To take away someone’s imagination is to take away their drive to see with more than just the eye. The greatest gift of all is for us to be able to express our own individuality. The true nature of the human spirit is being able to share our senses with the world. If I see something, I can describe it, draw it, write about it. If I heard or felt something, I could tell you about the sound it made or what it felt like when it hit my skin. By doing so, we both can share in the same experience through the mind’s eye. With all that said, I’d like to tell you about the time I saw a ghost… and his name was Miles.
By Vincent Cotroneo5 years ago in Wander
The Lost
The Lost Lisa smiled as she handed her credit card to the owner of a well-appointed hotel in Guatemala City. All I could think about was clean sheets, a heated pool, room service. After six months of rustic travel, Lisa and I wanted our last night to be a hedonistic free-for-all.
By Christopher Locke5 years ago in Wander
The Adventures of Ameena Hawk
Ameena’s Dream was to study the world's master’s art in La Paris, an artist's paradise, and practice her painting style. She looked at nature as inspiration amongst her father’s country homestead, west of the city where she grew up. Ameena left for her usual walk surrounded by forest-trees. She longed to go somewhere she could only get to on foot, where she found a beautiful colored bird. She sat down on top of a fallen tree to admire him and capture his pattered feathers, and took a breath. The breath contained inside her lungs emptied from air to ether and ether back into the wind. Not long after, her foot collapsed, the bird bolted to his nest. A strong force of wind followed him, which left Ameena in shock and wonder.
By Trystan Fritz5 years ago in Wander
