diary
Back from the Cretan spring to an Abruzzo struggling unconvincingly to pull itself out of winter. Dodging snow, sleet and icy showers of rain to seek out the first buds, early...
Breathing in every last moment of our island life before heading back to Italy and the cold hard shock of April in the Apennines. But beyond the cold winds, spring whispers...
If dreams and plans coincide with reality, I've found my third and last (?) homeland. Crete continues to bewitch and amaze, not an island but a whole new world to explore....
The Canary Islands have given us so much, so many discoveries, so many paths, so many rainbows. But it's time to move on. The direction is clear now and points firmly towards...
A whirlwind month... Crete and the thrill of a new love affair, a cold, fleeting return to Italy, then the volcanic La Palma and the thrill of passing near the newest land...
Cold. This is what I remember most. And the evenings closing in. A month spent tying up loose ends, dreaming, planning, packing... destinations Crete, La Palma. Somewhere...
New commitments, new hopes, the hesitant start of a new adventure that would make sense of what I've become. One step at a time. The important thing is not to lose the rhythm....
Summer trickles slowly away and a certain peace seeps back to my world with an audible sigh of relief. The old empties, the new gradually fills, but the memories itch and scratch,...
The first words on a new page in the book of life. Eyes heavy from nights made sleepless by other people's revelry. Slowly a new centre of gravity takes shape, balanced between...
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