Drawing Me In: The Tatra Mountains
Living in Warsaw is, essentially, very easy. Existing here is comfortable. It doesn’t take all my capacity just to make a life here work. It just works. Having lived in lots of different scenarios, I do not take this fact for granted. And I realize how it changes the way I travel in this place.
When I live somewhere where the day to day living takes more energy, my travel is much more about reprieve. I just need to be somewhere that doesn’t require constant effort. I don’t feel that same need for escape when I’m living in Warsaw. Here, I’m looking for something to push me just a little bit. I need something that’s difficult. I want something to remind us all that we can do hard things.
That was what first drew me into the Tatras. A need for something rough that I could stub my toe against. And the Tatras have that in spades. You can push yourselves against the immensity of it all.
What I found in those mountains, though, was more than a formidable adversary. They proved both a foil and a muse.
Peppered along its slopes are paths are invitations. They beckon and they tease. They whisper in my ear, “Someday”.
Some places open a window in my imagination. They roll around in my head and play a role as backdrop to my stories. And, some places open a window in my heart. Baguio, Philippines is one of those. I’ll tell you about it some day. The Tatras are another one. These are places where I simply need to return. They have a unique ability to fill me up while simultaneously creating an insatiable craving. I go away from the Tatras both hungry and full. It is a combination that continues to draw me back.