Iowa a small town in USA is regarded as literary capital of the world and rightfully so. It has people reading and writing or involved in intellectual discourse all the time and everywhere. To be in that geographical location was a feast to the mind and soul. It was a vacation I had never expected. Impulse to sketch, something I had not done for decades overpowered me and I felt a 'high' of a sort which was my own. It was the moment of rediscovering and falling in love with oneself. Indulgence to read whatever one desired for as long as one preferred was a reality.