I've done drives through Budapest and Oslo and used to drive to Sardinia, too, which is quite a journey. Drives are an adventure because I don't plan them too carefully. I take detours depending on how I feel and usually stop and stay at places I like the look of.
It is almost axiomatic that the worst trains take you through magical places.
I've always done very 'composed' music and worked-out solos. But sometimes it's fun not knowing where you're going.
Life offers us tickets to places which we have not knowingly asked for.
Anyone who has read my books will know that I don't tend to use guides when I am travelling. It's not a pride thing, but it is certainly a fact.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
My husband and I have enjoyed many summer holidays on the Continent, and many people say that their most memorable trips have been the journeys made on the spur of the moment.
In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.
Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown -even when we don't want to and when we think we don't need to.
Travelling by myself is always more of an adventure: I meet more people. I experience the place to the fullest. I'm on my own schedule.
Many times the wrong train took me to the right place.
The main thing I'm into is going about on a bike, taking random routes; I'm really into the idea of making up journeys, and just seeing where they take you, because they always end up taking you someplace freaky.
Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.
It often seems, looking back, that the unexpected comes to define us, the paths we didn't see coming and may have wandered down by mistake. The older we get the more willing we are to follow those, to surprise ourselves.
