Goodness gracious. Haven’t we had a merry collection of experiences already. Chasing film sets from childhood films, wandering down streets that had previously only been known from photographs and time diluted stories. Monuments known across the globe become buildings that certain among our numbers have taken selfies in front of. Not so sure how I feel about that last one. So too do we look into a collection of parts of the world that have seen their hey-days and begun to shine out to the world through interactions of legacy and floundering societal control. We have wandered through the seat of power of the empire that, for better or worse, made our homes possible. We have seen its relics and walked where paragons of human developmental fields have learned their trades and passed on ideas to their peers. But so too do we go through streets that are only reflections of those times. Smoky air and sky-scraping towers of glass and steel erupt all around those relics of times gone and dusted. There is a sense of crumbling mixed into the stabled facade of these old towns. It can be somewhat threatening.
But all in all, everyone seems to be well. High spirits are voiced, unique scenarios and locations become interesting accounts, and unusual inside jokes take root. Were I to write “pwoft,” or “uncle that steals the silverware,” a smile might cross a face or two in times to come. Time will tell whether that will truly be the case. It will be good to find out in the coming weeks. Onward we go then.