october 23, 2015
for as long as i can remember, i have had the pipe dream of “backpacking through europe”. maybe for others (with the privilege of travel), this is not a particularly impossible feat. for me however, with the protective mother that i have (God bless her), this is akin to windsurfing with a gash in my leg in shark-infested waters. that might sound like an exaggeration, except for those of you who have known me growing up with her; let’s just say that i have not given her the URL to this blog (and i apologize to other mothers and aunties out there who may be reading this aghast). the point being, i got a tiny taste of it today – armed with just a backpack, un po’ d’italiano, a walk—subway—train—nauseating coastal bus—and another walk–later, landed, just me, in amalfi. che bello, indeed.
even if it’s just for one night, noone in the world knows exactly where i am; i have no cell service and no internet in my room (so naturally, am blogging for the first time since the day after i landed in italy).
to sear this into my memory: pictures from a long walk spanning a bright sun with venomous wind, to a gentle sunset and sweet dusk, and a silent night in a town where noone knows my name.