The accompanying cheese of the usually older man who greets you as you walk into the store is definitely one to miss.
It’s now the eve of the end.
I can hardly believe all this time has passed, except that I have pictures (tons?) to prove that I did live those hours.
Europe has been something to see. My Pidgin Italian and French were most useful to making sure I didn’t get entirely lost (you might say, hey there’s Google map for that, but have you witnessed me read a map before?). I remember the restlessness I felt when I went to german/Deutsche soil and the only words I could remember easily were Ich and liebe. Not guten whatever time of day or danke schön. Nothing useful enough for me to actually use. I think I froze whatever part of my brain stored the more useful vocabulary (which is very thin).
I’m ready to go back to the life that I know. This constant electricity, fast and cheap internet, dependable public transport system has been real. I think about some of these gains/wins and I want to kick and grovel. But this is the end. For now.
No more walking through landscapes and streets, corsos & piazzas, and appreciating the thoughts that led to this point. Back to architectural designs that seem to focus so much on aesthetics with little consideration of functionality. No more walking everywhere because it’s a more rewarding sightseeing and you can gratify yourself afterwards with hot schioccos and foccace and possibly contrast it with a Pistachio/salted caramel gelato combo!
I didn’t try much with food, because picky eater but for pasta that will remain single and not turn to eba, I am certainly wistful. For my random (read as constant) pancakes and wurstel breakfasts, it definitely made sure the summer body didn’t load but I regret nothing!
In these past months, I think I have been in more stores than I had been my entire life prior to this move. I even found that I actually enjoyed cooking. What I hated/why I stayed away from it was I hated going to the market and the accompanying heat (that is about to be refreshed inna me head). I tell myself I haven’t been gone long enough to pull the “ijgb, OMG this place is hot” line.
I’m grateful to have been able to do this. It’s reinforced the need to build for posterity in me and why storytelling breathes life.
I am going to write about these places.
Sure. Why not?!