I wrote this post after returning from our second great trip.
A trip that led us to discover India, Maldives,
Sri Lanka, Malaysia, New Zealand and Japan.
THE LIMB
There is something magical when you fly, and I don't say it because of the fact that an aluminum tube that weighs tons and stays in the air thanks to unexplained forces takes you from point A to point B, I say it because of how rare it is to get on the plane surrounded by smells, flavors, colors, ethnicities, flashbacks, experiences and memories and get down surrounded by different smells, different flavors, different colors, different ethnicities, flashfowards, thoughts and projects. (A little magical it is also for the aluminum tube, do not tell me no.)
From Tokyo to Venice there are 9,557 km and a world in my head.
RETURN TO IRREALITY
I think my parents think I'm weird. I spend almost two years hanging around and on the way back I lock myself at home. I don't know why it happens to me, but it happens to me. I need time to be alone, assimilating everything that I lived, finally finding the moment to think about everything that has happened in this time, to try to order - at once - all the pieces of the puzzle that are even more messy than before leave People who return from a trip often meet again, because I feel even more lost!
It is rare, in the first days after returning from a trip there is a dialectical and emotional block: so much to talk about and so few words to tell, so much meaning and so few emotions shown. Deep down I know that there is only one person who will be able to understand everything that I have lived, felt, suffered, enjoyed: Steal.
Such a trip, narrated loses a lot of charm. I can tell you the battalions but not make them revive, I can describe my dream to you but I can never inoculate the emotion when you do it, I can show you the photos but not provoke the chill that was the moment to take them out, I can write but I can't even find a way to order everything what I have in my head and this drives me crazy! I would love to be able to do it, but how?
I am very happy to be back. Happy to have surprised my parents, happy to have seen my brother. Happy to sleep in my room, the one I left at age 18 with a thousand projects of which, I think, I did not fulfill one and now welcomes me as a revolutionized girl, with a revolutionized life. I am an atypical traveler, my family vacations were always going to the same place: Cavarzere, my father's town, just two and a half hours from my town. Of course, in another region (which made it so much more exotic: I leave my Friuli and go to Veneto!).
I have not always dreamed of traveling, which goes. I wanted to be a psychologist, marry my first boyfriend and have a son and a daughter. Ah Ah Ah. What changes things: my friends get married and I plan the next trip, welcome to my life.
Right now i can't imagine my life sedentary, without traveling, without changing course and letting myself be surprised by all the bizarre, unreal, almost dreamlike situations that travel has brought to my life, is like a vital necessity. And I know that I am writing these words (from that exotic Cavarzere, too) but Rober could be writing them. Sometimes I get the feeling that we have shared so much that we have started using the same brain!
I like to go back, I like to resume a routine, have a bath of mine, a bed, a fridge, cook, have a mental mess that I don't know how to start ordering! Yes ok I have my brain (and heart) upside down, but exactly why I have the opportunity to fix it, order it, throw away what I don't need and replace it with something different, it's like a restart. Like a therapy. Traveling is therapeutic, I have no doubt!
