And it is done. Vacation is over, the fun and relaxation of Sorrento, the ease of shopping, the quaint side street restaurants, the smell of leather shops, the spice shops, the hunt for silk scarves (found a beautiful red one!), and the casual walks along the cobble streets are done. Sigh. Back on the train, back to Rome for one more night. A walk through the streets, enjoying my home away from the US, realizing that I feel so beyond comfortable here that it is difficult to leave. I wish I could grab my darling, hop on the plane and come here and not leave. The culture, the atmosphere, the weather, the sea, the proximity to history, and the amazing world that just is, I love it. Maybe a retirement location? Who knew this Irish-Czech/Galician-English-Iroquois woman would feel most comfortable in Italy... I've been to Ireland, I loved it too, I've been to the Czech Republic and actually did not feel at home at all, but rather more of an outsider for some reason, and I've yet to actually be in England any place other than Heathrow airport....(that doesn't count) But then again the second most comfortable place I've been has been Berlin, Germany. Italy, Germany, not Czech, not France (god no!), not the Netherlands, or even Ireland. I've enjoyed many other countries too, but anyway. I digress. The point of this whole thing was that I love Italy, and I will miss it, but I will be back, but I will not wait 10 years again like the last time. I realize that this is too long to wait to be in a place I love so much. Ciao, but not for long Italia! Ciao Bella!
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| Leaving the airport, over the Mediterranean Sea... |


















