the peace of days, or, grow wild and free

Away from the monotonous grind of daily life for over two weeks now, I am slowly becoming part of the world that I most happily left behind now.  Before I do so, I must write many words to capture that joy of being somewhere altogether- which is the intent of the posts in the days to come.

Just a small preface that it has been my delight to be essentially disconnected from "home", which means that I usually do not look at newspapers, rarely check email, and do not take calls.  Although, now with the luxury of the internet, I am able to do much last minute and/or spontaneous research for my trip right then and there.  Very often, as desire motivates me, I find myself thinking about something and then going off in that direction.

I thought that I would start off with a quietness.

Peter Zumthor, for his turn at the Serpentine Pavilion in London, has created an oasis within an oasis (Hyde Park)- quite a natural response, really, if you are not enamored of the chaos of the city life.  There, amid a wondrous small garden, surrounded by stark black walls, and with the sky open above, one can sit and relax, think, write, imagine, et cetera- or, as I did, have a more than pleasant lunch, and nobody there seemed to be in any bit of a rush. Which is, of course, how it should always be.

As travel comes from the French word "travail" (work)- but it need not always be so.  So began for me the peace of two weeks of days and nights.