I'm not used to living on the East side. I mean on the East side of a continent.
In Long Island, I often get confused between East and West. It doesn't match my instinct that you should go East to find the ocean.
Three months of spare time and a bicycle should be enough to go West and find the Pacific ocean.
Let's say, from New York to San Francisco; along the great lakes, thru the hills, plains and montains of this country with the size of a continent.
Ah New York ! The town where so many immigrants landed; and abroad the symbol of the American dream. San Francisco, the most European of American cities. It was the destination of so many of these immigrants, as Blaise Cendrars describes it in "L'Or" or John Steinbeck in "East of Eden".
The world has changed tremendously since. Traveling is easier and we move so fast that we miss so many of these little things that make a big difference. Inspired by Nicolas Bouvier, I want to offer me the luxury of slowness. If only I could be as sharp an observer as he was.
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