tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post9133670537239705754..comments2023-04-02T07:58:19.830-05:00Comments on Jane Austen Didn't Prepare Me for This: hello, aixAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16987570152954506617noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post-87566960859858545392011-06-13T06:23:56.660-05:002011-06-13T06:23:56.660-05:00Rachel!
Wow. What a moment. And what a descript...Rachel!<br /><br />Wow. What a moment. And what a description of that moment. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing. I especially love the quick transition you experienced from a bit miserable to home, to feeling like you were home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16987570152954506617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post-57060284748372340812011-06-11T20:25:05.887-05:002011-06-11T20:25:05.887-05:00When I was in Peru in 2007, I did a two-day horseb...When I was in Peru in 2007, I did a two-day horseback trek into the mountains around Cuzco. We camped overnight in a tiny Incan ruin, our tent pitched on a terrace ringed with the foundations of ancient stone walls. The ruin was just above a little cluster of herders' mud-walled huts.<br /><br />We rode into the area at sunset. The shadows grow fast in the mountains and the temperature was dropping quickly. We were huddled a bit miserably on our horses, hats pulled low over our ears, collars popped -- and then we rounded a bend and there was the little ruin and the scattering of huts tucked into a fold between hills, with the last of the sunlight rushing away. I felt instantly like I'd just returned home from a long journey: at last, at last. It was such a strange, bittersweet feeling. A shock of recognition in a place I'd never been.rachel!https://www.blogger.com/profile/07929762698007023125noreply@blogger.com