Another place and time

Experts say that memories of travel are nearly as therapeutic as the travel itself.

I concur. This was the first picture I took when my husband and I arrived in Paris last fall. We came up from the Metro with our luggage, and there, awash in the fading light of that day, was the River Seine. I turned around to see Notre Dame looming above us on the opposite side.

Months and even years later, the shock and excitement of those “first moment” travel experiences fades, but the joy comes back strong with each recollection.

In my years of working with seniors, I see many folks who - in their minds - are fully present in another place and time.

In this industry, it is hard not to be reflective of your own aging process when daily faced with these realities.

We do not know what the future holds. If mine brings some form of dementia, I hope that these travel memories - which bring me so much joy - don’t disappear. I will be one happily confused old lady if I can keep them.