I never imagined for a moment that one day I’d sit down and form the words, -------- words in a blog much less, that speak of my love of Italy. But here I am, writing down the words, describing the emotions, recounting past adventures…all to appease my yearning for a homeland I left behind many years ago.
Desiring Italy has become what some people might call an obsession; I call it my raison d'etre. It is the place where I was born, the culture with which I identify, the home that I miss.
I visit often enough; enough to assuage the longing; enough to discover new and interesting spots; enough for me to want to write about.
And that's another thing: I love writing. I’ve wanted to do it for a long time now; you know, one of those niggling things in the back of your mind that you tell yourself “one day I’ll do it!”
The time has come. I want to write and I want to write about Italy, the thing I am most passionate about! I want to share the breathtaking vistas, the extraordinary experiences, the journey, both physical and metaphysical, that took me there. And, I want to share it. I want to tell the story.
After all, “pour que l’evenement le plus banal devienne une aventure, il faut et il suffit qu’on se met le raconter”
And so I will; I will tell my stories and share my exploits and escapades. I will title my blog “Somewhere you’ve never been”.
My son tells me that that is presumptuous sounding; audacious of me to assume that my reader has never been where I am taking him/her. Perhaps.
But again, the journey I want to take you on is not necessarily just a physical one ---- that is, a guide to untraveled places; I’d like it to be a more nonphysical, perhaps somewhat esoteric one as well, so that those of you who have been, I hope that through my meanderings, you will be able to add a new shade, a new feel, a new angle to the memories of that place you visited. For those of you that have not been, then I truly hope my words will inspire you to go to these places off the proverbial “beaten track”, and to conceive the possibility of new journeys to the sensuous land that is Italy.
For all the tribulations, be they political, social, or economic, that Italy has experienced in the past and is afflicted with today, there endures a wholeness of life there that still entices. No dichotomy exists between the physical and spiritual, between the sacred and the profane, between idealism and reality. Life there is an array of exhilirating fullness, difficult and contradictory, but always lived with acceptance. The settings and backdrops only serve to enhance this aspect of Italian life.
Our journey begins in the South. It is a very personal journey for me.
Come with me.