traveling in countries you have never been before… and are soooooo far from everything you grew up with (talking about distance as well as culture), the relationship to “time” seems to change. new impressions are ever-present and fill 24 hours to the maximum. “yesterday” somehow seems like a week ago and hours seem to pass at a random speed.
beautiful calendars (that never really seemed to show the actual date…) found throughout my vagabonding in asia were a lovely reminder that time is…… well, what really?
as you might know, to me it is the ultimate luxury, but i would love to hear about what time means to you.