for me, traveling heightens the senses. sights, smells, colors, sounds-- everything's anew-- this is the most beautiful sensation in the world. a series of blurs, of movements, foreign languages, smells of coffees and breads and laughter... the brown journal in your bag hopes that you remember it just so. it is the french market with the thickest and most glorious coffee you've ever tasted, millions of sunflowers in a field begging you to run; it is the lochness tales of a frigid northern scotland; it is the white white sand of a caribbean island with colonialist past who refuses to mourn; it is the ravishing trek across italian countryside; the stone, intimidating lions on the tops of oxford buildings; the cheese of a swiss market on rue la orangerie; the swishing sound of the robes of UN delegates on a geneva bus; the swirling blurring of it all.