|Gondolas, Venice, Italy|
|Masai boys, Serengeti, Tanzania|
The other day was like that. An older man came in, looked around cursorily, and asked about a large photo on my wall. I said it was taken in Kashmir, India. “I bet you do not have many people who see that and who have actually been there—like me!” We began talking and he took a card out of his pocket to hand to me. It promoted a book he had written a few years back,
about his journey around the world in 1968. I told him that I had gone around the world in 2008, forty years after him, and had lived in 19 countries. “I visited 27 countries,” he said. I responded, “Wow, you must have been moving fast.”
We ended up trading books. I gave him a signed copy of my award winning book, A Heart Traced In Sand, about the struggle of my daughter Naomi, who died of cancer at the age of nineteen. He promised to send me his book about his travel adventures around the world in 1968.
|Dal Lake, Kashmir|