Saturday, 30 May 2015
I've just returned from one of my favorite holiday spots, Cuba. Yes, the beach was awesome, and ok, I had my share of Mojitos, but what I love most about Cuba is that it always sweeps me away, not just to another place, but almost to another time. The beautiful old buildings, and the streets filled with old cars, are just part of the charm. The rustic towns, farm fields, and mountainous regions sprinkled with towering royal palms, pulse with the lifeblood of what is real and unaffected. To a city dweller like myself, its a breath of fresh air.
What I love most about travelling, in general, is how much scope there is for the imagination. Wherever I go, inevitably I find a nook, or a vista, that sets my mind racing. Inspiration can sometimes even come from something as small as an item forgotten on a chair or a table. Who lost it? Why were they in such a hurry to leave? A multitude of ideas can come from just about anything, and the best way to find new treasures is to visit places you've never seen before.