I could not be more grateful to have stumbled into this corner of the world. Mostar has reminded me that when we travel – and, more importantly, live – with open hearts and minds, connections happen.
Travel is always doing this to you, isn’t it? Sending you off in search of one thing – the máta, for instance – only to give you something altogether different to discover. And for this, you will leave Hortobágy grateful.
While “From Prague to Petra” will unfortunately not meet its fitting end in the Wadi Rum desert, I hope you’ll understand the redirections and keep following along this journey. Thank you as always for reading!
Seeking the holy in the everyday is what has kept me in Vienna longer than I expected to be: lingering in café after café, feeding my new addiction to Wiener melanges, and reveling in routines made reverent.
We had come to lose the distance, to seek connections between this side of the family tree and our own. Just as we were able to view a star cluster three million light years away, so will we leave the Czech Republic calling strangers family.
I think about how we had planned to visit here earlier in the day, about how my own sketch had set us back a few hours, and can only marvel at this sudden twist of serendipity. What if we’d missed Ivo? What if our paths hadn’t crossed?
As I finish my first sketch of Prague in the dark – of elegant buildings and the cobblestoned way – our waiter brings over a candle and sets it down by my paint box. I’m surprised by how much light it casts across my sketchbook, and moved by his kind gesture.
I’m fascinated by how different the sketches in this Summer’s Sketchbook are. I’ve always loved that about art – how we each draw with our own “voice.” How boring would it be if we all sketched the world exactly the same?
My absolute favorite part of sketching around Southeast Asia and Japan was sharing the journey with you, so I’d like to invite you to join me on this next sketching adventure from Prague to Petra – I have a feeling it’s going to be good.