Reflection

So today I am dealing with peak hour commutes, emails, phone calls, project schedules, meetings, grey skies, artificial air and filtered light through tinted windows.  It all pales into the background when my mind wanders back to the brilliance of the Galapagos Islands, the sparkle in the eyes of the Peruvian people and the vivid coloured clothes worn by so many.  Western designers please take note: be more adventurous next season and forget solid colours of black, grey, baby-pooh brown and egg-shell cream. 

I wanted to reflect on some of the stuff that stuck in my head and as hinted at above,the colour of the places we visited.  Don’t get me wrong; let me tell you there were plenty of dust-bowl landscapes to see at the altitudes we found ourselves in.  When I talk of colour, it’s not just the physical colour of the landscapes, buildings and clothes but also the energy and attitude of the people that bought colour to the places we visited.  This morning there were five of us in the lift and no one said a word, not a good morning, not a hello.  That would be unheard of in Peru and the other countries we visited in South America!  Everyone had a “hello” ready to be unleashed.  Even the guy, sitting having his shoes shined as I walked past, greeted me with an enthusiastic “Buenos dias!”.

That’s the type of colour I’m talking about. It’s the connection (split second or otherwise) with the others that bought the colour into my life while I was traveling and for that reason, I will always speak fondly of the wonderful people of Peru and the Galapagos Islands whenever I travel back there in my imagination.

Thanks for stopping by and visiting my blog whilst I was traveling.  Am busy planning my next trip so stay tuned!

Cyas