旅游也是一种人生

90年代初在巴黎看了由Ridley Scott (雷德利·斯科特) 持导的电影《Thelma & Louise》， Thelma是家庭主妇,Louise是餐厅女招待.两位极其普通的女人想趁周末之际,出外旅行散心.谁知发生了一系列她们自己都无法控制，无法预料的事，命运一夜之间翻转。。。

我很喜欢这个电影，很喜欢像她们那样的友情，Thelma感性漂亮，成日嘻嘻哈哈，快乐无比，而Louise 就像女人中的男人，果断，冷静，但故事发展到最后，平日小鸟依人的Thelma反倒冷静，坚强足智多谋，却成了Louise的主心骨了，真是生活造就人，世界上没有什么是一成不变的。

看这部电影很久了，可脑海里总是忘不了这一对生死之交，旅游是最让我开心的事，跟好朋友一起出游那是更胜一筹。这些年旅游基本上是全家一起行动，和孩子一起畅游大自然是一种天伦之乐，可乐回来了还要还有一大堆活等着我去干，和朋友出去我就管好我自己的胃就好了，不想吃就果汁打发自己了。最近自己去了一趟中东，又开始上瘾旅游。
 
以前去九寨沟，天涯海角都是跟好朋友一起去的，现在都成了美好地回忆了，当时去完九寨沟都已计划下一目标是西藏， 然后丝绸之路，内蒙大草原，可随着出国，有了家和孩子，我的这些梦都有些遥遥无期了，那时还有一位画家朋友说要一起去西藏，一路写生一路玩去，当时去西藏那可需要很大一笔费用的。那个时候常常是快放假的那几个月就攒下来钱了，得了工资也不乱买衣服了， 食堂打饭也只吃素菜免肉菜，从牙缝里省钱，有时肚子是被素得够呛，但一想着旅游外出那种忘我的开心，自己就会会心一笑，再坚持一下啦。

旅游也是一种人生，旅游是很锻炼人的，从计划，买车票，行李，每天都要很有计划，还有应急万一的情况，当然和搭档一起还要相互磨合，有时还要妥协，就是好朋友如果一起旅游也要磨合妥协， 但妥协太多就会不开心了， 大家不能太计较。当然旅游的另一大乐趣也是会碰到许多素不相识的朋友，这一切好像是弥弥之中上苍给你安排的缘分，

最近我的死党好友说了好几遍了，要约我一起去欧洲某城市，就是女人们去，不带家属，她说她一想到这个计划就很激动，嘿嘿，这倒是一个好主意！
 
我对生活也没有太大的奢望，除了把孩子养育好，剩下的愿望就是玩，去别人不去的地方游玩， 越野越好。





Thelma and Louise.
The song is "The Ballade of Lucy Jordan" of Marianne Faithfull.
这首歌也是这部电影留给我影响最深之一





Thelma & Louise:Ending Scene



"The Ballade of Lucy Jordan" of Marianne Faithfull.

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised shed never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes shed memorised in her daddys easy chair.

Her husband, hes off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised shed never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes shed memorised in her daddys easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew shed found forever
As she rode along through paris with the warm wind in her hair ...