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| Scenes from an incredible summer, to and from Rome, and back, while Matteo and Fatima made their way through Mexico. |
It
began and ended in airports, trips to and from Rome, bringing us to ruins and splendid
waters, friends everywhere, quiet moments, relics, majestic art, and ruins with
reminders. After a two-hour layover turned into
many more after five hours on the tarmac in Rome, because of a work stoppage
the brits were more than happy to blame on the French, a trip to Holiday Inn
and a pint in a hundred year old pub where they sold delightful Thai food, we
were on our way back home!
On
the tarmac in Rome, we made friends with a lovely family from Naples on their
way to the USA. They were flying to Palm
Springs and loved the US. Their favorite city in the US is Chicago, they said.
But
we wanna go back Naples we told them.
Next
time, go to 50 Kalo, Piazza Sannazaro, 201/c,
80121 Napoli NA, Italy, they advised. …
And
Cappella Sansevero located on Via Francesco de
Sanctis 19, just northwest of the church of San Domenico Maggiore.
In
Sardinia, go to Arbatax beach on West Coast
or Miniera in the Piscinas Dunes ….
On
the flight back, all I thought about was the trip and our summer, the waters in
Sardinia, my enduring friendship with Matteo and Fatima, who by then were in Mexico,
and our adventures, romping around the East Coast before going, up and down to
Vermont, visiting, taking it all in.
Who
knows where we will be next summer – Mexico, Thailand, Hong Kong, Nantucket?
Back
in New York, we had to contend with the crazy feelings about the USA, and the
KKK, alt right rally being planned for Washington on Sunday. But it was
good to face them and push back on the alt right who are finding that people
really do not appreciate the rhetoric or symbol of fascism on our streets.
The
summer was bright, the city pulsing.
Still the way back to the USA was long, jet lag hard.
Our
greatest fear in Italy was driving over some of the death-defying overpasses,
curves and turns throughout the country. Less than a week after we got back, we
heard about an overpass, one of the terrifying long overpasses we traversed, had
crumbled in Genoa, killing 26, not unlike two years before when an
earthquake gripped Italy just days after we left.
We
are all living on borrowed time here, dodging bullets, hoping our luck doesn’t
run out.
So
we have to find
the beauty in our moments and lives, as Marcus Aurelius, advised.
Caroline
took pictures of our summer, posting a few on Instagram. The following are a few of my snapshots of the crazy trip back to then Caroline's images and scenes from the summer
away from her feed. Its great to be back in NYC, making plans, laying low,
writing, going to the beach and taking it all in, as the last days of summer offer
us a little respite.
And away from Italy we flew. Ciao Matteo! Ciao Italia! Ci Cediamo!
And a few reflections on a summer!
June
July / August off to Italy
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