Kat and I are back from a four week-long vacation: We spent
one week in London, one week in Rome, one week sailing the Isles of the Aegean
Sea and one week recovering from jet lag and reverse culture shock. I'm just emerging.
A confessional from a church in Rome: Extraordinary craftsmanship using hand tools |
Travelling is
one of those activities where there's a lot of Yin and Yang (which, by the way,
translates from the Chinese words "shadow" and "light.")
It's both invigorating and exhausting. It's relaxing and tension-filled —like
when you think you're stranded in Istanbul. It's good to get a break from the
day-to-day routine, yet you realize you sort of like that routine. Sometimes
being immersed in other cultures make you think the American Dream isn't all
the dreamy, while other times you feel there is truly no place like home.
Salvaged from an ancient shipwreck, these clay amphoras were designed to cleverly stack in the curved hull of a boat |
When I travel,
I usually keep one eye open for amazing things crafted from wood; jewelry
boxes, cathedrals, chairs—everything is fair game. I found lots of amazing wood
things—more on that in later posts— but the thing that struck me on a more
general level was the incredible craftsmanship and artistic eye our ancient
relatives brought to things both great and small.
I've included a few outstanding examples.