Reflecting from the road can be a hit or miss affair. Spotty Wi-Fi, travel fatigue, and taking a welcome break from technology all reside on the miss side of the ledger.
Still, visiting new places - or returning to cherished ones - invariably fills me with wonder. When out of Internet range and unable to publish, my notebook gets jammed with ideas. But my experience of the past five years has also taught me that the luster of those ideas fades a bit if they languish. By the time I get home, what seemed inspiring on the road sometimes doesn't feel as fresh.
How familiar is this sentence? "The pictures don't do justice to the actual sights." Is it possible I'm experiencing a parallel phenomenon when words fail me like those pictures fail you?