tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post5690339991487990546..comments2023-03-28T02:24:11.142-07:00Comments on Selvage: Dream No More.Linda Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02776352090489595324noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-40351153188367168362009-06-09T12:35:40.908-07:002009-06-09T12:35:40.908-07:00Twenty-five years ago I rode up the Jordan Valley ...Twenty-five years ago I rode up the Jordan Valley to Jerusalem on a bus jammed with surly Israeli reservists, Bedu women taking their goats to the vet, kibbutz kids on school trips to Masada. I stayed at a place called the Pligrim's Inn; dark, cheap, reeking of cigarettes, cumin and ancient drains. It was as close to pitching a tent in the caravanseri as you could have managed in 1984. It was part of a fairly magical journey.<br /><br />But that place exists in that time, in the mind of a much younger, very different man. I doubt if I could recreate the feelings it awoke in me today. So I'd have to agree -context IS everything...FDChiefhttp://www.dlgellar.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-8598384253258869982009-06-07T00:35:20.181-07:002009-06-07T00:35:20.181-07:00So true. I arrived in Venice half frozen after tra...So true. I arrived in Venice half frozen after traveling through the alps (by train) in the isle. Every seat was filled so I was the only person sitting (on my backpack) in the isle outside the compartments. <br />A Canadian man offered me his seat when he saw me shivering with cold. I took it long enough to warm up and then returned it to him. I think I arrived in Venice on bad terms. When you spend months traveling alone you go through periods of great loneliness. Moments of kindness remain with you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-17822656587438054682009-06-06T10:21:37.286-07:002009-06-06T10:21:37.286-07:00It is a city of dreams. I traveled there by myself...It is a city of dreams. I traveled there by myself, and got lost and lost and lost, but there was a new boyfriend around every corner.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com