The Sun Also Rises

One generation passeth away, and another generaion cometh;
but the earth abideth forever
~Ernest Hemingway

I allow myself one souvenir from each place that I visit and all these souvenirs now sit nicely on my little kitsch shelf. For Pamplona, the souvenir of choice was a sachet of sugar from the Cafe Iruna where Hemingway wrote most of "The Sun Also Rises". Whilst sitting in the cafe, I thought I sensed the dark undertones that were pervalent throughout the novel rising within. Such darkness shades one's life. I wish I could travel again. But. There is a fine line between wanderlust and escapism that is often overlooked; wittingly.