My grandmother spread the glorious thing out on her lap, for me to see. It was clearly important that I learn to read it. I thought, "How curious, to read the landscape like reading a book." I liked looking at the winding, colorful lines, rivers an interwoven blue thread in this tapestry. I envied my grandparents as I watched them look at the map, tracing a direction for me with their fingers. I longed for the day when I could enter that adult world of map-reading, when the abstract colorful snaking lines would represent the reality of my travel experience.