When you travel with company the memories formed are easily refreshed and repeated every time you gather together again with your travel mates. Each person inserts their different account of the journey, feeding off each other, adding a memory to the story you thought you'd forgotten.
I'm in the midst of a trek up from South Africa through Zimbabwe and into Zambia with my aunt, uncle and cousins. I am consumed by the memories flooding out from the archives of my brain. Memories that present themselves with such clarity that its as if they're being
repeated, and such fondness whether that experience had been good or bad. They are so rich and so vivid that they bombard me with such force and they want to jumble out my mouth. I mostly manage to refrain myself.
2 comments:
I like your thinking and I'm sure I'll experience the same thing next month as I travel in the Philippines with my brother and sister -- none of us having been back for 30 yrs or more but that was our life until we finished high school. We'll see changes but those triggers will hit us as we see things we'd forgotten but the 'ol brain still has stored!
I'm glad you had a real get-away and are ready for what 2011 brings. Bless you!
I like your thinking and I'm sure I'll experience the same thing next month as I travel in the Philippines with my brother and sister -- none of us having been back for 30 yrs or more but that was our life until we finished high school. We'll see changes but those triggers will hit us as we see things we'd forgotten but the 'ol brain still has stored!
I'm glad you had a real get-away and are ready for what 2011 brings. Bless you!n
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