C’est La Vie
If you traversed the heart and mind of a travel-lover I'm positive you'd encounter the same conditions that afflict the wine lover: desire for adventure, a willingness to dive into the unknown and even a proclivity to absorb disappointment and move on. I'm sure of this.
On my recent travels I drank not a single sip of wine in any form. Had I wanted to it was available, but the climate, both meteorological and spiritual, wasn't entirely suited for that kind of adventure. Still, I embarked with a particular adventure in mind under conditions that were unknown and, as I look back now from the comfort of my home and as I type and think, I'm still absorbing disappointment, but I'm moving on.
The upshot of these travels remind me of the feeling of disappointment one gets when they open that fine dessert wine after having consumed way too much in advance, leaving its charms and potential inaccessible due entirely to my own poor judgment in choosing to open it at this inopportune moment when my body and mind are incapable of appreciating what is in front of me.
C'est la vie, right? There will be other dessert wines and they will even be reached for and experienced at the perfect moment when mind and body are ready for them.
Well, yes…and no.
As it is with wine and romance, the joy that comes with travel flows in direct proportion to the expectations we heap upon it. More importantly and again as it is with wine and romance, the judgment that informs our expectations for travel can't be clouded by self-deception, early childhood trauma, ill-founded optimism or the belief that doing the same thing might result in different outcomes.
So, there may be other dessert wines, other travels, other romances, and they may please the palate, the heart and the mind, but not if they are not properly prepared for or even approached with proper and well-founded expectations.