We always remember our firsts.
Whether it is our first love
Or our first heartbreak.
But there are other firsts
That, while not so emotionally charged,
Lodge themselves in our memories
Causing our faces to be wreathed in smiles
As we revisit and reflect.
I have such memories.
My first trip overseas is one that comes to mind.
Perhaps it’s because there were so many firsts
Within that trip.
My first transatlantic flight
My first taste of salmon
My first taste of duck (apologies, I do love food)
My first glimpses
My first castle.
This first trip of mine
Sated a hunger I had always had for travel.
To see other places
To experience other cultures
To know things I didn’t already know.
To see for myself
Places and things
I had only read about.
Having lived abroad and travelled much,
I still think of that trip and smile.
How exciting it was for me.
How exciting it still is
To go abroad
And, if only for awhile,
To feed this hunger that I have
And lose myself
In another world.
Conwy Castle, Wales; Circa 1994
Llandudno, Wales; Circa 1994
All photos taken by sirensong1208