The Joy of Traveling to the Exact Locations Once again and Once more

Versie Dortch

WHEN I WAS younger I preferred to go almost everywhere. I experienced notebooks’ truly worth of lists: half-imagined, fifty percent-researched, of all the sites I would fly off to without warning. It was quick for me to travel—I went to university in England throughout the golden age of budget European airlines. I could obtain flights from London to Slovakia or Italy for less than $10, or student-fare Eurostar tickets to Paris for $25. I would spend 4½ dreary and bleary-eyed several hours on the bus from Oxford to London Stansted to catch a early morning flight for a $50 weekend in Istanbul or Marrakech. I experienced a feeling of myself as somebody with wanderlust, an inchoate motivation to be everywhere but where I was. Elevated eclectically—I barely understood my Italian father my American mother changed our house foundation with the university year—I gloried in the fact that I was hardly ever at residence, everywhere. And so, there was very little to maintain me still.

I spent much of my 20s balancing graduate university with my work as a travel writer: crafting content articles and my doctoral dissertation alike on night-trains and in low-cost guesthouses. I would perform on a chapter of my thesis in an Austrian guesthouse in Jerusalem, then head to Nazareth for a report on a hiking path. I wrote significantly of my initial novel on the Slovenian coastline, wordlessly investing shifts at my favored cafe’s best table—the a single following to the electrical power outlet—with an additional journalist evidently accomplishing the similar matter (I appreciated mornings and evenings he preferred afternoons). My work was virtually exclusively remote my emotional lifetime was equally untethered.

Wine, meats and other common fare served at an osmiza in Brestovica pri Komnu, a small town in Slovenian territory close to the Italian border.


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And then I begun to tumble in really like. In the course of my wanderings, specific spots started out to pull me. I would make buddies I would build habits. I started off touring significantly less for novelty—the thrill of seeing an not known place—than for the reassurance that I still experienced a household in the areas I had come to treatment for. As adulthood, much more settled operate and ultimately marriage rendered my everyday living in New York a extra long lasting a single, I observed that my desire for vacation mainly confined by itself to specific sections of the world—the nation of Georgia, where my mom experienced briefly lived the Istrian peninsula east of Venice that connects Italy, Slovenia and Croatia. My want to go somewhere morphed into the motivation to go back again. When I did choose to go somewhere new, far more usually than not I did so by exploring the areas that I cherished extra deeply.

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After quite a few several years viewing the Italian town of Trieste, for example, I commenced to invest time in the mostly Slovene-talking villages of the surrounding Carso location, checking out on foot and by bicycle the osmize—serving homemade meats, wines, and cheeses—of the countryside. I used a day biking uphill by means of limestone cliffs to the brutalist church of Monte Grisa, 990 toes higher than sea amount, which I’d spent a decade viewing only from below. Yet another working day, I adopted the city’s shoreline all the way past the Slovenian border towards Piran. I arrived to befriend waiters in cafes—exchanging emails and


messages with them when the pandemic divided us from our once-a-year capture-ups I arrived to memorize not just streets and highways but the unmarked region walkways close to olive groves and salt pans.

I arrived to memorize not just streets and highways but nation walkways all around olive groves.

Likewise, each individual time I went to Tbilisi, Georgia’s capital, I’d undertaking farther into the encompassing Caucasus Mountains: to highland hamlets and valley cities. I’d hike all-around the wine place of Kakheti, mastering how to go from vineyard to vineyard on foot. I discovered a beloved guesthouse in Khevsureti—the Korsha Guesthouse, operate by the artist and neighborhood historian Shota Arabuli, who maintains a compact museum to the highland culture in a hundreds of years-old stone tower in the guesthouse’s backyard. In 2019, I frequented Shota with an artist friend of mine in 2021, equally of us returned, welcomed and remembered, to come across her watercolor shown along with people of other company along his wall.

At 21, I’d been articles to wander unrooted. At 31, I come across myself placing down new roots in the areas I love the most. When I travel—more almost never than I as soon as did—it is a lot less simply because I want to see the unfamiliar than for the reason that I want to get in touch with my attention to what has given that turn out to be common. The pleasures of vacation for me have come to be the pleasures of recognition: of acquiring my outdated table, in my standard cafe, of embracing a person I have not viewed for far too extended who embraces me, in switch, and says welcome dwelling.

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