Latitude65 is the age of a kindergartener, equally headstrong and having just as much fun.
Who has a blog with no links to social media? No marketing. No moneymaking schemes. No SEO, until this year. Every Sunday ’round 6:00 am we high-five each other—another travel story in the digital scrapbook, for the rocking chair, when we can’t remember the name of the art gallery enroute to Porto, the old farm we hiked straight up to in Norway, the huge succulent tree in southern Oman. Wait: we had to look up those names this week!
Our heartfelt thanks to you our readers for Savouring the Journey with us, commenting on our blog publicly or personally, indulging our whimsy by not saying a thing.
Sometimes I think writing this blog is like inviting you to dinner. You don’t always know what’s on the menu. Could be Norwegian, maybe Spanish. Hiking interests some of you; for those who don’t eat fish a story about a desert trail is like tuna ceviche. You could say the quotes I frequently include are like the depth of flavour you get from adding a bit of chocolate to the pot of chili. Dessert? That’s Magellan’s videos. We hope you sample most of what we offer and look forward to returning.
Like everyone on vacation, we have our cranky days (well, I do) aggravated by rainy campsites, middle seats on Air Canada, cello-wrapped sandwiches and mis-guessing road signs, like in Japan where we drove further and further away from our destination—inside an endless tunnel. Unless there’s a good story hidden in these incidents, we don’t tell you about the blimps. Instead, we try to
in dead earnest
offer to the betrayed world
Every story has kaleidoscopic possibilities. New perspectives come into play with our post-travel research, ah-hah ideas in the middle of the night. And from revising and reworking and rewriting, until the colours and shapes magically arrange themselves into a pleasing image.
Are we having fun? Like kids at a summer birthday party.
To celebrate our blogiversary, we looked to the traditional symbol for a fifth anniversary: wood. Five of our favourite images of wood, in one form or another, selected photos from the last five years of our travels.
If these images were in a slideshow, we’d accompany them with Dave Brubek’s “Take Five.” Which is what we’re going to do to celebrate our blogiversary, take five that is and think about how damn lucky we are. Join us please. And see you next week. (Italian is on the road-trip menu.)
The poetry quoted above is the last four lines of Czeslaw Milosz’s translation of Zbigniew Herbert’s “Five Men.”