Thursday, October 8, 2009

Retrospect


I am back from my journey, and as I predicted, I didn't get around to blogging anything when I was over there. The reason is because I had to pay for internet service wherever I went and I truly didn't have the time.

I do have stories though.

I hung out with a rogue outfit of buskers (street-performers) in Cologne, got into a scuffle with some Turks in a whorehouse in Paris, and Amsterdam was everything I thought it would be, and not half as bad as the Bill O'Rielly's of the world want you to believe.

Not much writing was done, however. I did take a lot of notes and there were a lot of moments that were really deep and poetic (for me).

I mean, I spent much time in the cafes, alone, drinking beers and roaming around the streets of those three towns, going in and out of the cathedrals, on the trains and along the rivers, watching the people...

I'm still trying to figure out what happened.

But then, that's what being a writer is all about, isn't it?

Tempering the flame?

It's definitely a fool's game.