Some holiday this is!
Back in the day when this blog had more stories of adventure and hijinks, I had no shortage of tales to tell. These days, my ideas are more of the philosophical rumination variety. And summer is a time that is meant for travel and adventure, right? I’m at home now, visiting my family in America, and although it is indeed a holiday/vacation, I still long for a bit of peaceful time away from everybody, away from it all, alone with some books, daily walks to improve my constitution and some time for writing inspiration; 6 weeks on Lake Como would do nicely – I don’t know why, but I’ve always dreamt about Lake Como. I know that sounds contradictory, sort of: I don’t long for time on my own so that I have tales to tell, so that I can get myself into all sorts of sticky mishaps – literal and figurative. I long for peace and quiet, time to reflect, think and write with a clear head. At home, you don’t get that. Family duties, projects to be done outside the house (taking advantage ...