Many Americans do not have a passport, which is unimaginable to me. Statistics estimate only about 30% of Americans have passports.
When My Beloved Brit first came to America to be with me, he was stunned by how large this country really is. One long drive from Washington, DC to Maine and he had a much better understanding of why so many Americans never leave home.
You want palm trees, we’ve got Hawaii, or Florida–from St. Augustine to Key West.
Big cities? Of course. On both coasts, and top and bottom.
Mountains? Try out west or the gentler slopes of Vermont.
Oceans…two of them.
And lots of bays.
Green lanes, quaint villages and lush gardens…New England was named that because it must have reminded the settlers of home.
We do love exploring these great United States, but there is something totally astounding about going to a new land where the currency, the language (and being married to MBB, I am convinced American and British are two different forms of English), the food, and the customs are, well, foreign.
I love escaping from my own comfortable cocoon and going to a world where nothing is quite so familiar.
And of course, that is what I do with my art.
But you must already know that if you read this blog.
(For information on the creativity workshop “The Creative Journey: finding inspiration in travel for the visual artist”, click on “workshop” at the top of this page.)