The ten days we spent on this Viking River Cruise was the longest stretch I’d ever had of getting up with or before the dawn. (Of course the only longer one was basic training.) I believe this was the first day of our meandering down the Danube to the Black Sea, having left Budapest the midnight before under a canopy of fireworks, brilliant city lights, and the beautiful melody of a Strauss waltz. (I’ll let you figure out which one. It’s not hard.)
It was August, my birthday plus one, the day was warm and muggy, but with a breeze that was refreshing. Besides the captain, I was the only one on deck. A few posts ago I waxed almost poetic about what I call travel epiphanies: the feeling that all is right, and there is no other place or time but there and then. This was one of those times.
I don’t think one has to travel to have this feeling. Indeed, I know it very possible to experience it at any given time and place, if we really try. I know because I have done it.
What if we could lead our entire lives in a state of epiphany?
That, of course, would require a much earlier start for me so it’s too late to do my entire life, but I would like to try living the rest of it in that state.
Would you care to join me?
OK, then: One, two, three . . . . go!
(Don’t forget: there’s always a video below!)