literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Devon: some literary connections
Devon is a large and varied county in southwest England that has long been a highly sought-after location, not only for holidaymakers but also for writers. A number of famous poets and novelists have either been natives of the county or have lived there at some time in their lives and found inspiration for their work. These include:
By John Welford5 years ago in Wander
Awaited Magic Part 1(Reimagined):
Ch. 1 Moving In We moved to an old manor out in the middle of nowhere. Mom and Dad were the type of people who buy fixer upper houses, flipped them, and sold them back to the world. Was I excited about moving away from my friends and starting a new life in a house that could be haunted? Well, while it might be cool to live in a one-horse town where everyone knows each other, the abandoned manor at the top of a mountain wasn’t as appealing. We drove through the town on the way to the road where the asphalt met the gravel as the path took us higher into the mountains. As we drew closer to the house, the road became covered in fog which made the driving for dad more difficult.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Wander
The Crazy Lady in the Polka Dot Tie
The Drink Shop hid on the corner of two remote streets of Old Town Alexandria, its worn, painted brick often going by unnoticed. Its wooden door displayed a little sign reading ‘OPEN’, barely hiding the peeling lavender paint underneath. A message was painted on the window outside, artfully curled on the tail of each letter: There’s a story in every bottle.
By Tyler Means5 years ago in Wander
I know the location of the Greek Fountain of Youth
"How fast can you change?" Fresh out of the Dead Sea, dripping sea water on the steps of the Waldorf Astoria, I received the invitation of a lifetime. I was lucky enough to be in Athens on a college trip when my super cool Art History Prof asked me to join her on a jaunt to the oldest Byzantine Monastery in the world. After a few days being rather disappointed by modern Athens, Kenny Roger's Roasters and the ilk not really being my romantic idea of Greece, I was hungry for some dyed in the wool museum quality experience.
By Gretchen Walker5 years ago in Wander
Bookcrossing - An excellent way to share books and to connect with people
I believe a book should not be condemned to stay on a bookshelf, imprisoned by a single owner. Books should be free to travel to other hands, eager to explore them and learn from their authors' ideas endlessly.
By Jair Ribeiro5 years ago in Wander
Don't Give Me No Bull
Don’t Give Me No Bull John W. Gilmore Just another day in Costa Rica, during the dry season. In Santa Anna de Piedades there was always a soft, gentle breeze. Fran and I sat in the Unity Church of Costa Rica located at the top of a hill on its own little campus at a workshop on some type of meditation or the other. It was too long ago for me to remember. I do remember how much Sarah and Benjamin enjoyed it--just as much we enjoyed them.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Wander
New York
I decided to visit the Empire State building. It had been a long week at the office, and I needed to see something new. I had planned to go many times since I arrived in New York, but I just hadn’t taken the time to do it. Today was going to be the day.
By Delores Rockett5 years ago in Wander
I Saw a Ghost
I’ve been having this problem over the past few years. Trying to decipher one reality from another. I’m sure there’s a more sophisticated diagnosis that can help me figure it out. But I’d rather not venture into the psychological and medical side. The imagination is boundless and is grounded by one’s passion. To take away someone’s imagination is to take away their drive to see with more than just the eye. The greatest gift of all is for us to be able to express our own individuality. The true nature of the human spirit is being able to share our senses with the world. If I see something, I can describe it, draw it, write about it. If I heard or felt something, I could tell you about the sound it made or what it felt like when it hit my skin. By doing so, we both can share in the same experience through the mind’s eye. With all that said, I’d like to tell you about the time I saw a ghost… and his name was Miles.
By Vincent Cotroneo5 years ago in Wander
The Lost
The Lost Lisa smiled as she handed her credit card to the owner of a well-appointed hotel in Guatemala City. All I could think about was clean sheets, a heated pool, room service. After six months of rustic travel, Lisa and I wanted our last night to be a hedonistic free-for-all.
By Christopher Locke5 years ago in Wander
