Italian don't really average 45 vacation days a year! Luckily, I do: so I can tell you of crystal clear greek waters, of a tapestry of scents, of fish so genuine and fresh that you can feel its underwater memories when you eat it. I can tell you of white and blue abbeys sleeping in the silence of deserted hills, of breath taking starry skies which make your life look like a thin fragile candle. I can tell you of hidden steps and afternoon mirages, of the dreams I held in a cloth bag, of ten days of irregular heartbeats.
For now. |