If you’re anything like me, you will know what it’s like to have a shockingly cruddy week.. and to be aching for the end of the misery. If you’re anything like me you’ll also be fighting the urge not to wish your life away.. but wishing your life was a bit more exciting. I hear you. As the title of this piece suggests; fantasy is your panacea, the acid to your litmus, the colour in your rainbow and the cure of all ills. Hmmmm, allegedly..
Don’t get me wrong, boarding the starship enterprise and licking the wallpaper (a’la Willy Wonka) would be great. What a way to spend a weekend! But let’s be honest, the best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It’s supposed to be intangible and unrealistic, because that changes it from something blandly untrue to something in the realm of ‘anything is possible.’ The important point remains though, that it’s just not real. The trouble comes when the fantasy isn’t cutting it anymore. Regardless of how vivid your daydream might be when you’re gazing wistfully out of the window, something will snap you back to reality and shatter the illusion. Your cruddy week prevails.
Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
Fear not my friends, I have found the answer. I have the panacea. Icarus created his own wings and so will I.
Disclosure; the following image contains illicit content and is not recommended for viewers under the age of 18.. joking! After this week.. wine is well deserved.
Most importantly… the travel planning 👍👍 double thumbs up for sure! This is real escapism. Forget the fantasy, this is unadulterated, unabridged, but also utterly doable.. what more could I need! I promised you a trip each month and I have no intention of disappointing either you or I.
Those of you with an eagle eye will be unsurprised to learn that a trip to Venice is on the cards 💕. Prior to that the are several adventures in the offing…
April; Drip drip drop little April showers
I am hoping for the best, but I’m a realist. I have no illusion that a trip to the welsh valleys in April will be anything but wet.. for that reason my trip has a very indoor focus. My trip to Wales will be an exploration of the sublime and the supernatural. As a sceptic myself I can already feel your eyes rolling… don’t worry mine did too at the prospect. I do not expect you to buy into the farce. I am going to see a psychic medium. And I am quite prepared for a ‘magic trick.’ As a person, I would consider myself sceptical of everything and untrusting until proven otherwise. Honesty is a choice, and as such I attach little credibility to anything I hear without valid corroboration. Nevertheless I am interested in humans, and in their capacity to rely on entirely unproven indealisms, on their ability to have faith and, on the converse, their curiosity to question things which seem to be obviously, completely true- such as the world being flat…
Here’s hoping for magic.. but more likely, a better understanding of what makes us capable of believing in it.
May; Those who wander are not lost
A person who has no idea where they need to be is most likely to stumble across something incredible.. hopefully. I have heard that ironing is a great form of excercise 🙄. No offence to ironing fanatics out there but i’m not signing up. Wandering on the other hand, sounds utterly hypnotic..
Croatia is full to bursting of interesting things to wander around and looslely that’s my plan! I will arrive in split and am planning to attend the student-run cinema, crossing to Hvar for lavendar fields, olives groves and beach clubs.
From there I will explore a haunted island with a dark history, and sail to Dubrovnik, the conflicted city.
July; Venice is a city of Mirages
The floating city on a path to Atlantis
Venice is an enigma. From 421AD people have fled to Venice; fled the Byzantines, the French, the Turks. They have sought sanctuary. But Venice may vanish within a century. Has there ever been a better time to capture its magic and feel it’s fantasy?
Venice is a time capsule of a bygone era, and yet living in a reality of the last stages of civilisation on this patch of floating earth. Old and new, current and past, hopeful and yet tragically doomed. This city will sink. It will take its troubles and toil with it, but it will take its majesty and its romanticism too. If there is anywhere that it becomes important to consider your place in a moment it is surely in Venice. There is a difference between single steps taken and long paths trodden, there is a difference between single moments in history and rich lives lived. The temporaneous nature of the human condition makes it difficult for us to truly empathise with things that have happened in history. It allows us to be disconnected. It makes it likely that we will never truly understand the impact of lessons learned by our forefathers unless we learn them for ourselves but it doesn’t stop us trying. This quality is the same thing that allows us freedom of dispassionate imagination, to imagine how something might feel without having the burden of the experience and allows our dreams to whisk us to the past, the future and outer-galactic places. Dreams allow us to travel in time and space, but guess what, Venice does to. Despite the tourists, no one can ever stand in the exact same spot that you are standing in, at the same moment that you are standing there. Your vantage is different from everyone else in history, and everyone who will come after you. Venice is living history and therefore an opportunity for a truly unique glimpse in to the last part of the life of an isle of salvation.