We have a few hours free and I thought I would take the chance to put a bit of the little journal I had been keeping on here. I have taken over 300 pictures since I got here, some good, some bad, some utterly atrocious, but I donàt have the memory card reader my father is using to load them. This means you are stuck with my words alone for the time being:
An Easterward Excursion
or a recor of the experiences and memories of Puglia
It has been some time since I last wrote about journeys or thoughts. Perhaps this will do both. In the air, the first step to Italy with my family, on the way to Dallas, it is the first time to start really preparing for this vacations. My head has been muddied and muddled for most of the past year. I hope to drop the facade and truly relax and enjoy this trip. This travelogue will have notes, ideas, inspirations and, perhaps most importantly, a record of the photographs taken.
-05\20\09
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The travel has begun. It is most certainly benign so far. I am now on a flight to Germany, watching amovie I never saw in theatres and exhausted already. Actually, since it is midnight in Italy, I donàt mind the tired. I am getting anxious and maybe a bit nervous. I want to be excited, and that may still happeb yet.
So far? One bad glass of red.
One gin&Tonic, through the airport
One airline G&T added to that mix ... though I did not see the Campari and would deifnitely have chosen that. Forgot this was a European airline.
Looks like I am in Canadian airspace. Must let Robert know he was right.
Sleep was not very conducive. I did try but instead, I am managed to watch a few movies I had missed, have a few glasses of wine & stumble through customs. I blinked and missed the cognac (after the meal).
Another plane & off to another country. Customs & security in the middle of the Frankfurt airport caught me in full sleep deprived mode.
Stopover in the eternal city ... or, well, the Rome airport. It is the land of cool. The number of suits, snazzy sunglasses, and fantastic shoes is legion. I must say I am pleased with this, but I am vain and self-possessed clothes horse. Even the 80 year old grandparents a few feet away exude a sense of style and cool while waiting for the plane, from shoes to glasses, jewelery and suits in between. There is a gauntlet of designer boutiques upstairs . . if this were not my first day, I would have already spent all my money.
WIth a three hour layover on the way back here, there can be purchases then.
05\21\09
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