Luggage in transit
London to Spain, god knows where
Thought needs no baggage
Sitting in Madrid airport relishing the glorious moment where all my fears were allayed , I looked out the window, everything seemed bathed in soft gold light . I thought about the saying ‘ it’s the journey not the destination.’ How easy it is to be positive when everything is going well.
I boarded the plane to Seville and in no time we began to descend. It was as flat as my home, Canterbury , New Zealand , patchwork fields of brown and green, stretching for miles . As we came closer I could make out rows of orderly dark green trees, like soldiers on guard. Oranges I surmised. This was Seville , after all , famous for its oranges. That I knew , everything else I was yet to discover. I arrived safely, but where was my luggage?