Preceded by Such a perfect day: Part 3. Views, Vernazza & Vindictiveness There are thresholds we pass in life, some of them physical and some of them metaphorical. Sometimes you know you are crossing a border as it happens, in others you only realize it on reflection in how far you have come. Stepping off […]
I will never understand the how quickly the leap from being one of the wide eyed touristico to resenting them, I would find myself crossing the street to avoid them and only speaking Italian around them, saying "Mi scusi, mi scusi" to get past. What if travelers tales of grumpy inhabitants are actually interactions with tourists gone rogue?
Preceded by Such a perfect day: Part 1. Pain, Panini’s & Porto Venere The Siberian and I bid farewell to the beautifully ancient Porto Venere as the ferry rounded the magnificent outcrop where the Church of St Peter stood. We were still no closer to deciding which town to spend our two-hour stop over in. […]
Preceded by Such a perfect day: Prologues, Planning & Pomidors The perfect day. I woke around 6 am as I often did in Italy, an effect of still not quite synching with the timezone perhaps, but more than likely a need not to waste a moment. I had a cold shower, while hissing through […]
Life, a chaotic assemblage of events that we strive to give meaning and narrative to every day. Maybe only a handful of days out of all the ones that passed or following sit outside of that narrative. Everything doesn’t have to go perfectly for it to be a perfect day. Often its greater than […]