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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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The Russian Interstate After we once have tasted the excitement and thrill of adventuring in far away lands -- we must always retain that spirit of wanderlust. Ever after it seems; we are straining to repeat the performance of sailing away to exotic sights, to strange and unknown land,s to journey among and elbow other peoples. Never more can we be content merely to sit at home and read reports of fancy in ports and customs. Oh no! never we! We must taste in person the experiences at first hand and translate what we have discerned and discovered into our own vocabularies and establish it as a part of our individual pattern. Thus it was with the Van Eles in 1935. You will recall that we had returned home from our world wide wanderings in September but six years before. We were, however, ready to be off once more. At the very beginning of the year being homesick for sights different from ours, and very willing to begin a trek, we commenced thinking about another trip. OUr maps, carefully preserved and folded away, were dug out of their building, and we began in flights of fancy stacking these industriously, yet very practically. A tentative itinerary grew from and near desires. I have always harboured the keenest wish -- I even long before the tourist trick southwards -- to go to Mexico and really explore it to our utmost. I had always pictured it as far more foreign and with much more atmosphere, there has Europe. I know I could point excitedly and superbly the materials to be found south of the border. The Dean, however, has ever been reluctant to go to Mexico. It promised too small an adventure to keep one summer from rattling around without enough packing, he thought. Moreover he wanted to go somewhere where he would learn something; he wanted to visit and study places that would provide some [change
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The Russian Interstate After we once have tasted the excitement and thrill of adventuring in far away lands -- we must always retain that spirit of wanderlust. Ever after it seems; we are straining to repeat the performance of sailing away to exotic sights, to strange and unknown land,s to journey among and elbow other peoples. Never more can we be content merely to sit at home and read reports of fancy in ports and customs. Oh no! never we! We must taste in person the experiences at first hand and translate what we have discerned and discovered into our own vocabularies and establish it as a part of our individual pattern. Thus it was with the Van Eles in 1935. You will recall that we had returned home from our world wide wanderings in September but six years before. We were, however, ready to be off once more. At the very beginning of the year being homesick for sights different from ours, and very willing to begin a trek, we commenced thinking about another trip. OUr maps, carefully preserved and folded away, were dug out of their building, and we began in flights of fancy stacking these industriously, yet very practically. A tentative itinerary grew from and near desires. I have always harboured the keenest wish -- I even long before the tourist trick southwards -- to go to Mexico and really explore it to our utmost. I had always pictured it as far more foreign and with much more atmosphere, there has Europe. I know I could point excitedly and superbly the materials to be found south of the border. The Dean, however, has ever been reluctant to go to Mexico. It promised too small an adventure to keep one summer from rattling around without enough packing, he thought. Moreover he wanted to go somewhere where he would learn something; he wanted to visit and study places that would provide some [change
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