I am a romantic after all. My new fashion watch keeps the time of Madrid, my last European stop. It is a way to remind me of my summer trip, of the things I would have been doing 7 hours ago. It is not a time piece but a transporter.
Having given up on time, I relied on the time of others, computers and cell phone to keep me on course. It was a rebellious antic against restrictions. A statement that I am free to live the moment and give it my full attention. It began with the ritual of shedding the watch the minute I walked in the door for the weekend not to be restricted by time until Monday morning again.
Free to measure time by the sun, the birds and my stomach, I gave myself the freedom to live life by my senses, to be off the hamster wheel.
Vacation was very much like that. Getting up early and going to bed late where the only things that were routine. Everything else was different. The surroundings, the meals, the walking, the sunning, the bronzing , the relaxing and napping, they were all new ways of living my day. After this first week back my heart is still in Sifnos, Lido, Roma, Granada and Madrid and in the middle of a busy day at the office, I only have to “check the time” to transport myself, if only for a moment, to the freedom of my memories. My European summer vacation.