The Verb That Guides

Good morning to afternoon, XavierCrossing borders. Moving through.
Just passing by. Skimming.
Skimming the borders.Catherine

To be.

Whirl (joy)
Sway (happiness)
Wander (paths)
Exhaust oneself (joy)
Smile (sharing)
Find peace (gentleness)
and live, quite simply, here and elsewhere...

Taste

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Hey there, Norwegian,You’re not exactly bending over backwards here.
Isn’t *être*, kind of like Dolma’s *vivre*, the ultimate all-purpose verb? Why would it have a meaning specifically tied to travel?
I’m right here, lead on the couch, and I’m not traveling in the slightest.Catherine

Good evening Dolma,Vichagapuiriser.
Multiply?I smiled when I saw "wander" appear. Movement. We’ve been a sedentary species for such a short time that the urge to move, to travel, to roam might very well remain a strong impulse.Catherine

Hi,Enjoying being a stranger.
Magris wrote some beautiful lines about that. If I find them (easy) and have the time (hard) to copy them out, I’ll post them.Catherine

Good eveningVary (every day)Catherine

Hi Catherine,It’s not that I’m not making an effort—it’s just how it is.
Beyond even living, which has a slightly psychologizing vibe, I have an ontological kind of travel, me, ma’am .
Of course you travel, even from your couch; your youth is a journey, your education a journey, every new batch in September another journey, and Uzbek entertainment just one more trip, nothing else.Michel

Listen (this will be the last one)

Hi Lilie,“To split” or “to learn”?
The first one amuses me because I now rarely speak French, which has almost completely wiped out my slang. It’s probably a cousin of escaping and freeing yourself.Catherine, who still has her nose in her suitcase before lifting it toward the Uzbek mosques, madrasas, and other buildings.

Hi,Back from an absolutely thrilling trip that took her from the office to the butcher’s, via the gym, Odissette Joycine realizes that you take "travel" in its broadest sense (a human life is a journey, every day), whereas she limited herself to its common meaning: the physical movement from one place to another, something out-of-the-ordinary.
If you want, but that’s not really my point here.
And I don’t know why you display that slight disdain for "living." The kid from the Forez mountains who meticulously sorted everything that came her way into three categories (living, formerly living/dead, never alive) wasn’t into psychology at all.Catherine

Good evening,The five senses are complete...
The order was interesting Catherine

(An English translation of this post is being prepared. Check back later.)Cath, j'ai réalisé en effet que tu étais " en partance" !se "casser" signifie pour moi fuir en fait! pour aller voir ailleurs ! curiosité en éveil, tout le temps!mais mon verbe "qui préside" est le premier cité " deviser" (j'ai lu, relu, et encore consulté " le devisement du Monde " qui reste pour moi un enchantement ! et je continue à en apprendre chaque jour sur ce qu'est le Voyage au Pays des merveilles !ps : en parlant de Madrasa ne loupe pas celle de Tashkent (prés du marché central)Lillie

Good evening,No, touch is missing. But I don’t have wandering hands...
However, it would be interesting to generalize the rare museum experiences that allow the visually impaired to touch sculpted works, or even to appropriate paintings through braille.No, it was out of order.The president would be: contemplate, not just seeing in passing, but looking and even taking the time to contemplate: a landscape, a painting, children playing ball in a square. Despite the etymology, this has nothing to do with a sacred act—perhaps a spiritual one.The vice-president: listen instead of just hearing. We too often forget to listen in our societies.Next come:Inhale. For me, this verb isn’t just about smell—you can also inhale an atmosphere, a vibe. Sit on a bench and wander while soaking in the local life.Taste. A trip isn’t complete without flavors... if there are any.The country where I was able to fully awaken my senses is perhaps this one.Unfortunately, it’s become unvisitable. You know something about that. But maybe I’m hitting a sore spot. Sorry!

Ciao!To converse with the world, locked away in a Genoese prison...Catherine

Hello,Reawakening the senses dulled by everyday routine...Catherine

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