What happens when the door thatโs been locking you from the world for years all of sudden opens? I donโt know about you. In my case, I ran out, clumsily got myself together and started exploring. The wheels thatโs supposed to churn the world are ready to start swirling again. And yet, the new norm is not the same as the old. For someone thatโs pretty communicative (ehem, talkative), I found myself at loss for words on more occasions than I would like to admit.
Nonetheless, in 2023, my partner-in-crime and I started traveling the world again. The plethora of emotions that we experienced in lock-downs and social spacing must have gotten us deep. We went even more further away from the โroads well-trekkedโ. As if we were trying to make up for the 3 years that were lost, we are making friends in more incredible ways.
On the west coast of Sicily, we crashed the party celebrating twin sisters Adele and Giovannaโs 75th birthday. The cake and champagne that were brought over from their table completed our lunch perfectly.
God sent Tamara over to help us (she was dining at the table next to ours) when we struggled with our choices in another local restaurant. Sicilian hospitality saw us being taken on a tour of amazing dessert shops (Sicilians have sweet teeth) after dinner, followed by caffรจ at her home.
On a road-side in Tamba, Japan, I had a โdeepโ discussion about some farming practices and the kind of crops grown with a lady that was working in her field. Had I not have two more temples to visit for the day and the heat I was sensing from my Assistanteโs stare piercing through the car wind-shield, I would have ended up in her house, sampling the prestigious Tamba kuromame (black bean) that she had just harvested. Before parting our ways, I didnโt forget to have her smile forever saved on my phone, despite her weak protest of being an obasan and hence not appropriate for camera. I should have reminded her of what I do professionally with camera, and women. ;-)
The list goes on and on. I wish I have more space and time to share. But the post has already gotten long and itโs already 2024. :P
No worries, put in a request/reminder, and I shall write more about the disbelief on peopleโs faces when they realize where we are from, or the lady with a dream to open a B&B, or another lady thatโs working to preserve a historical house.
As Iโve added three more rings (as in tree rings) to my life, I found myself being more unapologetically myself (weird at times) and true to my values. Itโs long been my goal to have a business with a soul and to instill humanity in what I do. In 2023, I started gifting people photographs of themselves on our travels, be it a group of friends on top of a hill being surrounded by clouds, or a lady in the setting sun next to a medieval town, or a young Japanese couple that just wanted some photographs of themselves with the momiji (maple leaves in fall colors) and was totally not ready for a mini portrait session. :D Oh, I still owe a mature Japanese couple photographs of them in the beautiful fall colors, hand-in-hand.
All these photographs commemorated unique, beautiful and/or fun moments and I think itโs important that they have those memories.
Speaking of memories, many of you know that I started a journey of โtransformingโ more mature and wise women in 2022 (see also here). Inevitably, I was again reminded brutally how fragile life is and sometimes we donโt have the time or chance to say good-bye (I also shared about losses here and here). Even the most beautiful palm tree in the whole Southern California is not there to grace the mountains in the background anymore. Iโm grateful that they now have left traces of their beauty in photographs.
As the first light of 2024 is looming near, I wanted to present this image made on a frigid morning of Faithful Geyser in Yellowstone National Park. The early light in crispy air gives off an aura of hope. And Iโd like to take this opportunity to wish you lots of joy and (or of) wonder in 2024. I hope our paths will cross in our wanders. :D
Ciao!
