As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps

The Italians Have Their Priorities Right: They're Driven, They Do Their Work, But They Really Enjoy The Day-to-day And They Don't Put Off The Enjoyment Of The Everyday For Some Future Goal.

One Of Those Flash Epiphanies Of Travel, The Realization That Worlds You'd Love Vibrantly Exist Outside Your Ignorance Of Them. The Vitality Of Many Lives You Know Nothing About. I Could Live In This Town, So How Is It That I've Never Been Here Before Today?

The Undulent Landscape Looks Serene In Every Direction. Honey-colored Farmhouses, Gently Placed In Hollows, Rise Like Thick Loaves Of Bread Set Out To Cool.

As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps Dragging Me Backward.

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.