Here’s my loose plan:
5 am Skype chat with friends and family in US
6
7:30 Coffee on balcony, more meditation and planning the day, people spying in square
8:30 Time to write-Blog, Book, Postcards
1-2 Lunch – walk around town, sun on steps
2-4 Language lessons
4 Nap
5-8 Free time, writing, reading, swimming, painting, bike, whatever spirit moves me to do
8 Dinner and more reading
10 Bed
That’s the “typical day plan,” subject to spirit moving me (or Labor strikes!) So far, I’v
e just been trying to get over jetlag, so I’m sleeping and eating whenever. Today is the first day I am doing the “plan.” I’ve attached photos of my morning walk. I ventured outside the city wall to see Chiesa di
I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to be doing whatever I want. Blissful
really. The only responsibility I have is to myself. Well, not quite true, but almost. I have to stay within a budget (in order to pay those school loans come December); I have to keep in touch with friends; and I have to write. But the freedom to do these things whenever I want, is unbelievably refreshing. When things get done is unimportant. When I eat, when I wake up, when I decide to work. It won’t hurt anyone if I wake up at 1 am and write, or walk around the city at 5 am with the dog walkers. Just the freedom to do things when you want to, is a great gift. Time is a tricky
thing, it flies by when you over schedule it, but when you just let it do its thing, there seems to be plenty
to spare. This wisdom, I will export back to my new life.
2 comments:
Hey dear,
So wonderful to hear that you are beginning to feel the slowness of Italian time. One of my favorite things when I was there was the ability to find stillness at any time of day - in a church, on a street corner - even when surrounded by people. There is certainly something about Italy that speaks to our souls and our own inner stillness. Perhaps because it is such an intensely spiritual place, and the Italians celebrate their faith rather than feel burdened by it.
I love your photos - they bring back wonderful memories! Have you noticed how small the old doors are? Set in stone they look barely able to accommodate a small child! And the window boxes - they work so hard to make even the smallest places beautiful - but of course it isn't really work.
love terra
Hey Red,
Just wanted you to know I'm reading, laughing, jealous and happy for you and your adventures....Your pictures are beautiful! Can't help but laugh at the unions and their "strike" on a saturday. Gotta love those good ol unions..... :-)
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