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Cayo Santiago, Chaucer and Change

Written by: womenslegacy
Published: July 15, 2013 -- Last Modified: July 15, 2013
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As part of a “blog hop” for the Generation Fabulous site/magazine I am writing on the topic of  Transformative Travel.   (How I dislike that phrase, blog hop, there has to be a better one.)
Where do I start?  I love travel.  I grew up on a farm and Summer was not a time of vacations.  It was a time of hard work, farming, gardening, raising young livestock, and making hay.  I so wanted to be one of The Happy Hollisters who always seemed to be traveling somewhere together as a family.  Wow.  That blew my little Baby Boomer mind.

palmistry guide.  Palm reading told me i would travel.

I had my palm read by my best friend’s mother as I was starting High School and she looked up at me and said with some wonderment, “You have the most developed travel line I have ever seen!”  Farmer’s daughter, travel, yeah right.  I figured back then the closest I would get to travel was someone in sales.tile-work park guell in barcelona.  I loved my travel in Spain.

But life takes us on mysterious and unanticipated paths.  I have traveled more at this point in my life than I ever would have ever thought possible when I was very young, and not nearly enough to slake my thirst for new places and spaces.illuminated manuscript like the one I got to touch when I traveled to Oxford.

I lived on an island, Cayo Santiago, with several hundred rhesus macaques for a month of monkey-watching.  I spent a month in Barcelona and Madrid.  I awoke one morning after camping, with permission, to the sun rising between the pillars of Greek and Roman ruins at Empuries over the Mediterranean.  I’ve taken the train through Britain and visited what was The Sweet Shoppe that Alice loved so long ago in Oxford, and been seated at High Table too, as well as been granted the privilege of turning the pages of an illuminated Chaucer. I’ve walked in Sherwood Forest and along the streets of Liverpool.  I rode in a VW ‘bus across the United States with a boyfriend when I was in college and ended up stranded in Berkeley.  I was a VIP guest standing just outside the  hangars at Edwards Air Force Base with all the support staff, engineers, and politicos for the free-flight and computer test the first time a Space Shuttle disconnected from the 747 piggyback ride and landed on a dry lake bed at the base.  My husband and I were married on top of a mountain. I have driven across the country by myself several times because I think it is fun.  Pacific, Atlantic, Sea of Cortez, Caribbean, Mediterranean, and Great Lakes; I have had all of them lap at my feet.  I am well-traveled by some standards.  I am woefully mono-cultural and unworldly by others.

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No one trip has had more impact on me than a trip that I took back to Indiana to care for my 92-year-old mother in her home at the end of her life.  I was 49 when I arrived there.  My daughter was a Junior in High School when I left Tucson for the drive to Indiana.  Mom was infirm and had minor dementia, but she still was aware and most certainly still in charge of most of her faculties.  4 months later when I came back to Tucson, I had turned 50, my mother was gone and my daughter had figured out how to graduate a year early and had started college.  I left as a daughter and came back as a matron.

My mother (with brother, sister-in-law, and cousin) just before her decline had me travel back one one last time.

Most people take such transformative trips,  the distance traveled need be no more than  down the road to a village church yard and back.  Those travels when a change of state or status ensue are the most transformative travels we can make.  These times of change when we travel between two statuses or roles are called “liminal” states and are quite powerful and dangerous in many societies.  Physical travel often accompanies these rites-of-passage.  I am not at all certain we can distinguish what is responsible for what  when transformation co-occurs with a journey.
 
 

Categories: Blogging & Writing, Spirituality & ThoughtTags: Chaucer, England, macaque, Spain, transformation, travel, travel

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  1. Sandra Sallin

    July 15, 2013 at 8:56 pm

    Well, I want to hear more about your adventures. Each one of your adventure travels sounds so fascinating, that I want to hear the whole story and not just the snippet. How have you gotten the opportunity to see and do so many unique adventures. I’m so glad to have found you. From the Blog hop.

    Reply
    • Nancy Hill

      July 15, 2013 at 10:31 pm

      Pure dumb luck! Truly serendip factored into almost every adventure. Your south of France film adventure beat mine all to heck. We will trade stories at BlogHer! Glad to have found you too!

      Reply
  2. Pam Houghton

    July 16, 2013 at 5:47 am

    Wow, what an interesting post. I love how you contrasted your physical travels (which sounded so fascinating) with the story about your mom. I imagine the second story transformed you more. I can relate.

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  3. conniemcleod

    July 16, 2013 at 7:07 am

    Nancy, I enjoyed reading about your travels and how the journeys you took with your family were the most transformative. Very heartfelt.

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  4. Lori Lavender Luz

    July 16, 2013 at 10:51 am

    Oooh, I think I recognize Gaudi’s work in that first image. I enjoyed reading about all that has happened to the once farm-bound girl.
    “I left as a daughter and came back as a matron.”
    Sometimes the most transformative of journeys have little to do with geography.

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    • Nancy Hill

      July 16, 2013 at 11:30 am

      Yes, Gaudi at Parque Guell, Barcelona. Beautiful and moving. Yeppers, transformation is in our heads!

      Reply
  5. Helene Bludman

    July 16, 2013 at 4:06 pm

    I want to hear more! You must have many fascinating stories.

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    • Nancy Hill

      July 17, 2013 at 8:54 am

      Oh, you mean like the time a gypsy put a curse on me?

      Reply
  6. Generation Above Me (

    July 17, 2013 at 7:49 am

    Oh, that is a lot of change at once: losing your mom at the same time that your daughter launched. I bet you had “jet lag” from that trip for some time. Hugs to you.

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    • Nancy Hill

      July 17, 2013 at 8:52 am

      It was a tremendous amount of change and yes you are so correct that it took time and allowing myself space to reorient and redirect myself.

      Reply
  7. beverlydiehl

    July 18, 2013 at 1:38 pm

    How wonderful you got to spend that time with your mother at the end of her life – and that she was blessed with such a long life. That is quite a transformation, from Sandwich Gen to Motherless and Empty Nester all at once.

    Reply
    • Nancy Hill

      July 18, 2013 at 6:41 pm

      It was good for everyone involved although it was one of the most difficult things I’ve every done.

      Reply

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