Thu 7 Jul 2011 - Sun 10 Jul 2011
I have lived in many rooms, homes, apartments and houses- stopped counting at house #19! My mother thinks I have always been nomadic in spirit. But now I think its time to find some roots. Just typing that is filling me with anxiety! The cliche is that men have commitment issues, but me thinks I suffer from a variant of it-- I need to explore, to fidget. At least once every couple of years. But may be now it's time for real life to happen, and perhaps, I should consider possibilities.
I have been interviewing cities: Singapore could be good for another year or so, Australia (Melbourne?) is in the running, San Diego heads the list, and Miami just won't work. And then this summer I had the wonderful opportunity to speed-travel through a bit of Switzerland. I visited a friend, and his parents graciously hosted me: high up in the mountains, in the Italian side, in an old, old renovated 'farm' home. Spectacular countryside. Hate to say that it was Colorado-like, but it was! Just that the mountains were steeper, greener, and rainier. Everywhere it was breathtakingly beautiful. And perhaps, just perhaps, I could have a life there...
There is something special about seeing a country through the eyes of someone who knows their country so well...my friend's parents were really enthusiastic of showing me a slice of their life. They drove me to town just to show me the old cobblestones, and then past a waterfall that had just become a waterfall, we went to a quaint restaurant by a babbling brook, they had me hang up the bag for early morning fresh bread. It was my first experience of being in a tourist and having the "locals" so kindly show me around. It was very, very, special. Thank you, Arns!