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Days Like This

Days Like This

I know, the space between my blog pieces is getting longer. Part of the reason is that so much is happening outside and within me that when I sit down to write it, I am overwhelmed. And, over the last three weeks, I have crawled into a new skin. So many things have clicked in my head and my heart…gratefulness and forgiveness in—surprise—direct proportion. That was the one thing I forgot on that dark, hot, itchy stay in the Inferno Hostel a seeming lifetime ago—that there’d be days like this:

The view from my hostel in Ronda, Spain as I finally write to you!

All of the things that have happened since my last blog: I

*had a delightful train ride through northern Italy (for me any train ride leaving Milan would be delightful though there was the exception of meeting a lovely Spanish family on the HopOn bus) chancing to meet the kind and striking Chiara who strongly resembled Isabella Rosselini and works for Fondazione Giorgio  Cini   

*couch-surfed with Franco, a kind and talented opera singer in Trieste, Italy, a region shared throughout history with both Italian and Slovenian peoples giving it a distinct air from other parts of Italy I have visited. Got to see the inside of Teatro Verdi along with his dressing room.

*saw the most beautifully produced and musically stimulating concert I have ever seen in the romantic, classic and extremely chill Piazza Unità d’Italia, the main square in Trieste, a seaport city in northeast Italy located at the foot of the hill with the castle of San Giusto, and facing the Adriatic Sea. I also had the chance at the concert to do some unexpected and deeply amazing forgiveness work during an important song I had shared with an important person in my life.

*lost money and frequent flyer points being overly organized and not letting the real flow of travel be my guide.

*took a chance on a reportedly super bougie corporate style hostel (it was 😃😃😃😃😃) two blocks from the Mestre Train which I hopped everyday for 3 bucks to get back and forth from Venice!! (And a Hostel 19€ a night). Greeted by the following words painted in the back seating area: THIS MUST BE THE PLACE–you guessed, the exact title of the song of expiation from the Trieste concert.

*found a gorgeous grocery store and tucked in with 35€ worth of delicious fresh food to cook in the bougie hostel kitchen including the world’s most gorgeous cantaloupe and the requisite amount of crudo to make this stay even better.

*wandered around a scorching Venice (98 degrees…37 for the rest of you😰😰😰 either way, it spells hot especially in a place with no green space) until I found a watering hole on the outskirts that had a bit of a breeze and, guess what? All David Byrne coming out of their speakers.

*found the sunglasses I adore and which I seem to find nowhere else.

*had a short mutual admiration adventure with a middle school art teacher who seemed to be the Mayor of Venice unable to walk two “blocks” without greeting or being greeted by 3 or 4 people ranging from Nigerian bracelet hawkers to a novelist home from his life in Paris. For our first date, guess where he took me? You guessed it, the David Byrne bar AND he also attempted, once, he claims, a love affair with, of people in the world, the beautiful Chiara. See why the Universe has me laughing every day in every way? Actually, here is a picture of him with….David Byrne, of course! I’m still smiling.

*spent an enchanting evening with the Mayor which meant I didn’t get back to the hostel in time to rescue my lovely food (oh, my melone!!) from the Tuesday clean-out refrigerator ( the only one that had space on Monday). I am still dreaming about that melon and may be for years to come.

*somehow managed a business class flight to Lisbon which served gourmet meals on both the Venice to Madrid AND the Madrid to Lisbon legs (Mama told me there’d be days like this).

*ended up at the GORGEOUS new Get Inn hostel in Parede, Portugal just outside of Cascais where I saw Van Morrison at the EDP Cool Jazz Fest. And, you know what…. That only covers a little more than a week of this time period. I promise to TRY and catch you up with the rest next blog but until then, here’s Van from the EDP Cool Jazz Fest July 28th. Remember…there’ll be days like this.

love,

amy

 

 



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