In Spoleto Mary Ann and I had a grand time in our travel journals. I mostly had fun watching her create some masterpieces and then I tried to copy them. When I was done I would show her what I had done and say each time, "I just tried my best" and we would fall on the floor laughing.
Have you seen a porcupine quill before? I hadn't. I picked up one on the path into town and taped it down along with a pottery shard I found on the way to Monteluco and the top of our wine bottle from Montefalco.
I am a "process" journaler. I don't really care as much about the outcome as the enjoyment in the moment of doing it. When I look at this travel journal in years to come, I will think of staying up late into the night in the kitchen of the artists tower in the middle of the sacred woods of Spoleto laughing my head off with my sister. If you haven't already seen her pages you should probably go and look here.