As I sit here watching clumps of clouds and the Alps pass by below, I'm awestruck by life. When Fraulein Maria leaves the abbey in The Sound of Music, she says, 'When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window'... and a window He did fling open for me. I was left literally gasping at the views while silently saying a prayer for all the doors that slammed shut in my face. Quite a memorable trip this has been, more than made up for all those times I was left clutching to my sanity by a frayed piece of my mind. All the places I've been and all the faces I've seen have left an indelible mark on my psyche.
The breathtaking Alps...
From Geneva, to Brienz, To New Jersey and New York, to Washington, to Niagara, to Boston, to Salzburg and back again to Geneva... images flash through my mind as I write this...
Salzburg hit me hard with her traditional charm, friendly nature and her ingrained love for Mozart. Every corner you turn, you hear the pealing of church bells or the favourite son of the city, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart playing somewhere. This is the start of something wondrous, the spell is already cast and before you know it, you're in love.
Walking through the fields in Geneva...
The pristine cool waters of Lake Brienz reflecting the wonders of the world above,
The murky waters of the Hudson glinting and sparkling as you draw nearer to New York...
Getting drenched in the mist of the Niagara falls,
Soaking in the high intellect of Harvard Square,

The pristine cool waters of Lake Brienz reflecting the wonders of the world above,
The murky waters of the Hudson glinting and sparkling as you draw nearer to New York...
Getting drenched in the mist of the Niagara falls,
Soaking in the high intellect of Harvard Square,

Discovering Yvoire and
Annecy all over again,
And falling irrevocably in love with the enchanting city of Salzburg.
Salzburg hit me hard with her traditional charm, friendly nature and her ingrained love for Mozart. Every corner you turn, you hear the pealing of church bells or the favourite son of the city, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart playing somewhere. This is the start of something wondrous, the spell is already cast and before you know it, you're in love.
This poem by Tyler Knott Gregson is spot on (except the part about not washing your hair)... you cannot read his poems and not fall in love with the guy. He's pretty amazing, his typewriter brand of poems are incredible, I hope I get to meet him someday...


Wrote this (and a lot more) in the plane yesterday... this travel series will continue in the next post.
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BTW...welcome back home itinerant traveller
Doc, thanks... how are things?