I love walking.
My favorite kind would have to be long sun dappled Sunday morning walks in the countryside. Think Elizabeth Bennet as portrayed by Jennifer Ehle and Keira Knightley. That must be why I love the 1995 and 2005 adaptations of Pride and Prejudice because there were quite a lot of walking. I was quite disappointed with the 1940 film starring Greer Garson where archery took the center stage instead.
There is also something to be said about rain-drenched walks. I quite like umbrellas and although this kind of walks is more commonly associated to romance, I actually prefer walking alone in the rain rather than share an umbrella with someone. I do not want to be reminded of a walk with a certain someone during a quite rain drenched night and how the quaintness of it all led me to unnecessarily dedicate a decade of my life to a one-sided relationship doomed to fail. I rather fancy solitary walks. I enjoy meandering puddles and slogging through mud by myself.
I also love traipsing through city streets with friends in the middle of the night, most likely in search for greasy food, when making do with pantry staples just won't...well...do. This is the best time to emulate a philosopher and develop various theories about the vast universe and the purpose of one's existence.
Of course, walking can be combined with an assortment of activities that are equally delightful. I adore how Elizabeth Bennet take walks while reading a book or letters. I wish I could do that every single day. However, this is a little difficult to accomplish unless you actually live in the Lake District or in one of those Midsomer villages in Causton. But the very idea is such a sensation overload. I mean two favorite things, both at the same time!
I also like eating while walking. Well, I love to eat no matter whatever else I am doing, that includes travelling.
The most satisfactory thing about walking though, above all, is that it affords you time to think, whether about inconsequential matters or about the most important decision of your life.
It is also, apparently, very good exercise.
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.
--Foucault's Pendulum, Umberto Eco
--Foucault's Pendulum, Umberto Eco
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