Living in the Moment

Image“What day is it?”
It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
A.A. Milne

The thing I like best about traveling, or being on vacation, is that you are able to live in the moment much more easily. You’re away from the routines of home and the motions of everyday life and you are aware that you need to savor new places, new experiences, new friends.

This evening, 5 of us ended up at the house having dinner “alone.” Our hosts had to go out for the evening, so they set us up with a small buffet of salad, soup and homemade bread and we were on our own. It turned out to be a delightful evening.

There was talk of the day’s painting, the week so far and how knackered we all are. I fully intended to eat and run back to my room for some solitude, but soon the mood began to mellow. The afterglow of a day of living in the moment had set in. It’s not a thing you can create – you just have to be there when it happens.

The five of us are very different people from very different parts of the world. We each think the other has an “accent” and mannerisms that are a bit different than we’re used to. And so far our meals together – usually with one or both of our hosts – have been nice but more of a matter of making conversation. We are polite and ask the obligatory questions and pass the bread round and round. Then we say goodnight and think, “well, that was lovely. I really should meet new people more often.”

Tonight wasn’t like that.

Somehow, as the evening went on and we chatted at the table, a veil was lifted. The accents were gone, the mannerisms were invisible and 5 strangers became connected. As I looked around at the others all I saw in each one was the person underneath radiating through. It wasn’t the British ladies and the South African ladies and me – it was 5 souls who look and act very differently, but inside they are all the same. For this evening, our commonalities were much stronger than our differences.

And no, I hadn’t had too much wine. In fact I was so tired that I had less than usual – not even a full glass.But the buzz in the room was more warming than the buzz of alcohol. It was my favorite evening of the trip so far. One to be savored and remembered. As Pooh said, it was today… my favorite day.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ellyn
    Sep 22, 2012 @ 19:36:38



  2. Ellyn
    Sep 23, 2012 @ 11:56:53

    Mom, I’ve really been enjoying your blog. Sounds like you’re having a great time! And the more you write, it just keeps getting better and better. It’s kinda like I’m not reading about your experiences but instead, you’re telling it so well that I feel like I’m there doing those things myself. I love it! Ellyn


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