August 16, 2008
I am thinking about the blog. It is surely different from my gornal. This year, for the first half of the trip, my journaling had to be done longhand and then entered at the Englilsh library in marathon sessions on an Italian keyboard. It did not enhance my creativity. For the second half of the blog, I was unable to get to an Internet site, so much of it was done well after the fact, from notes once I got home. Also, not an enhancement to creativity. I think I prefer the "in the moment" gornaling. Those of you that read both can let me know what you think.
As I finish this diary of sorts, thoughts are swirling....in alliterative groups of 3, as it happens..........
Paciano, Pienza and prosciutto. Beaches, balconies and Bevagna. Montepulciano, music and the Mediterranean. Reticulata, Roma and really dirty feet. Fiats, Florence and finiculars. Sfuzo, statues and Strada Panora Mica. Cinque Centos, chingale and Chuisi (couldn't resist, Dan and Lylaine).
But those words do not begin to describe the joy and importance of the past 5 weeks. My joy comes from spending more time with my son, Ben, than I have had an opportunity to in years. It comes from reconnecting with Constance and Dan and coming to know and love Lylaine. It comes from watching my dear friend, Kathy dance on the balcony and my dear friend, Jim delighting in panzanella. It comes from having Bob at my side (or more accurately several steps ahead of me). It comes from having yet another opportunity to see Italy through Suzy's eyes. She takes an already glorious experience and makes it even grander through her generosity of time and knowledge. It comes from knowing that Betta has gotten a "real" job and that Rina took the time to crochet something beautiful for me. It comes from connecting through the people and culture to my Italian heritage.
It comes from knowing that I have these special people in my life, and I am thankful.
(Maybe next year, Andy?)