It is hard being the writer of a blog during this vacation. I have more time to write, yet find myself tucked away from access to social media. I have my notebook and pen. My handwriting has filled pages front and back, like a cup overflowing, yet the other pieces I am accustomed to are missing.
I am grateful for this opportunity to spend parts of my days writing as fast as I can before I miss a thought, a wisp of an idea. But, seeing my handwritten notes transformed onto a screen in typed fashion in clean, distinct letters is what I crave. My hopes of connecting with the computer and accessing Facebook, Twitter and my WordPress blog depend upon being in certain locations.
It is at times like these when I feel frustrated that I wish times were simpler. I wish I could be like Hemingway, toting a trustworthy Corona typewriter around with me wherever I traveled, knowing that I could produce work any time that I wanted to.
Instead I will have to call on my patience, drink my café con leche and enjoy the other side of the Atlantic.