"The world has become continuously flowing, evolving in an exquisitely coordinated evolutionary dance in which significance and source are overwhelming". 
I am ready to return home, go back to my life and stop living out of a suitcase. I don't know why I couldn't return next summer. I have confidence that I could make it, and I have great friends to stay with. 
How do I describe how lucky I feel to be here. I am in this completely gorgeous place. It is an evening with the Ligurian sea breezing through the ivy colored arches, bringing with it the cool blue of the water, the flirty green texture of the hills. Orange, pink, yellow buildings are beginning to glow with the night lights. The clouds sit relaxing in the sky overhead. 
So I could hang my shingle here, do therapy. My name could spread through the region here and people would come. I could live in a year-round Mediterranean climate, by the seaside. I could have an office in Tuscany that I worked in one week of the month. (the music right now is telling me to get up and boogie). I could teach a yoga class on the beach. I could have a place to rent out a couple bedrooms to tourists. I could own a stand where I sold gelatto snow cones.  |
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| August |
8/3/12 Carola asked why I would go to the cemetery. Has she been? 
After a first class trip and one flight delay, I arrived on American Soil at 10:45 pm. Thankfully, my luggage arrived ahead of me - didn't need this face. 
I finally got to hold lil' Thomas, my very own nephew. I have been trying to hold him as much as possible. My first few days I would wake up at 3:00 am and go to bed at 9:00 pm. I have been eating as many veggies from the garden as I can. 
Memories have the power to roll over you and give you the full bodied experience. I think about the stash I have from this trip. Riding a train from Venice to Milan (the same route that I took when I arrived in Italy, Venice was just a mystery then). Listening to "let the good times roll" by B.B. King, glancing at the scenes on either side of me- fields of corn and grapevine, hill cities in the distance, green, gold, blue, purple. Me on a train in Italy, where I have been for 3 months! |
| Bologna |
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| Florence |
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| Bed & Breakfast San Gimanagno |
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| Milano |
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| Villa Calvi |
"As with companions so with books. We may choose those which will make us better, more intelligent, more appreciative of the good and the beautiful in the world, or we may choose the trashy, the vulgar, the obscene, which will make us feel as though we've been "wallowing in the mire."' (BYU alumni magazine).
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When I get someplace, in the first couple of days I am drawn like a magnet to their bookcases. I have seen old ancient looking types of books I don't dare to touch, books in Italian, and always books in English. Here is what I have found and started, to finish at a later date. Varese Lake- looks like it was trying to be an impressionist painting when people took off their clothes. I can imagine people in fancy clothes, strolling arm in arm with parasols. Now there are three young people in the grass playing cards. People in bikinis and lawn chairs draped with towels sun bathing. A group of retired friends who brought a full lunch occupy the table near me. An older couple, ready for the beach, instead settled under a tree. Swans wander in and out of groups picking at the grass. A three year old tries to play with grandma and grandpa laying out. The mom distances herself, prepared with sunblock, and flings her body in blissful relaxation. Bikers breeze through. Speedos are allowed, trees become hangers. I am here with lunch, a nap, history podcast, amateur sketching, and music.
