Text and images Britt Arnhild Wigum Lindland
A couple of nights ago I finished the chapter in my travel book which tells about my week in Syria. While writing it has been almost like living the travel all over again. While reading the chapter I get yet another travel :-)
I am in Oslo today. Came down last night to stay with friends and had a lovely night with them, I could have talked non stop about Syria, but then they came home from Madeira the night before and stopped my flow of words to squeeze in some of their tales.
I am having breakfast in my friends' house. They have already left for work, so I am eating alone. Alone? Oh no, I have my Syria memories with me.
Just now I am dreaming myself back to breakfast under the lime tree. I remember the funny murals in the hotel in Damascus where we spent our two last night and I smile......
Memories are precious. Do you have one to share today?
