Traveling makes you a better writer, and it also teaches you an array of skills you’ll need. This morning, we depart for my wife’s ancestral family land, a place called “Ill-uh-noy”.
Her tribe are a hardy people, tall, generally fair haired and prone to sacking and looting the coast of England and whatever else happened to get in the way of their ships. As I’ve mentioned before, I married an American-Norwegian-Lutheran, which is a distinct culture unto itself.
*this is how I picture us arriving. it could happen.
They are, simply stated, kind , lovely people who fancy covered dishes (casseroles to us elsewhere) and occupations like:
Teaching people things
Teaching people things about farming and building
As you can see, this is a good tribe to infiltrate. My bride was up until nearly three in the morning baking cinnamon bread and bread and just in case, bread– because we’re like a traveling circus, but with baked goods.
So, I’ll be in the American Heartland (a TRULY glorious place) for the next four days, with lovely people, home grown tomatoes, and diner food.
I anticipate a great deal of writing. And running, on quiet country roads. And eating, but you already knew that.
Uff Da, indeed.