Through Italy and beyond (Perspective). (Last day in Italy)

I have had many amassing conversations along the road, one of which that has stood was the last conversation I had before heading to Poland. I could and will talk about the amazing scenic beauty the architecture, the art and the people, but I wish to set an important context for this.

If I may recount a contained part of conversation "That we are born into this world with a blank canvas, and we can fill it however we choose. You can fill this canvas with religion, or follow the manual; go to school, go to university as the next logical step, then become an accountant, marage, mortgage and 2.4 kids. Or as some people do, leave a lot blank. If you find purpose in your life, you will find contentment in how you paint your canvas, though travelling does not necessarily give you purpose, it does give you perspective and be thankful of opportunities." And it is this that make one feel humbled and inspired, and urge to take each day with tenacity, but it all come with perspective.


Now to sum up Italy with far to few sentences to do it justice, though a novel would hardly justify walking around for a day. Starting with the first striking element
as soon as I got off the plain, the natural beauty, unique and increasable from the rolling fields of Tuscany, to the ultra clear water of Cinque Terre and then to
the rocky hills and outcrops passed by train that make you want to buy a motorbike and explore. Three and a half weeks is but a taste, and has only instilled me we the
want neigh on need to return.
Then of cause there is the beauty outside of nature but in the human constructs, putting in me in serious danger of using the word indescribable way too much. There is a feeling tough looking up at the gargantuan first century Colosseum, the dome of the Pantheon of Rome, and fersards of Venice that even passed the "Shit, I'm actually here" makes you stand in sheer amazement. Of cause you can go to the top of many of these large structures as well, that for me at least has got me rather addicted to heights. The detail, the scale, the history and age cannot sit under a blanket term, it's 'a thing' in its self, is the only way I might try; and make you want to take up history as a hobby.
For art.. see paragraph above.

The people, how can I comment after only three and a half weeks? I guess we all to a degree fix our stereo types, football is a religion no doubt, mums are loved, and a few glasses of wine are shared at loud tables at restaurants, also a love of a outdoor lifeless and food. Alas I do not think I am adequately qualified to comment. I can only say I had a wonderful time and deeply varied conversation with the people I met. Just the smell of the food makes me hard, and the taste is like sex, not just... good sex. Even the supermarkets hold an incredible variant of produce. The markets are a kaleidoscope, I am salivating with just the memory. Ok you may struggle to get anything other than Italian, but there's no messing around when it come to quality. Then there’s the price, and the dangerous quality of the Vino. wow, wow, wow!!


This is something I have struggled with, to put into words the first stage of my travels. I believe there is not perfect way to put it, or if there is, it is brief. All the small moments and the momentous sights demand more than a wide vocabulary. All I can say truly is there is a change in my perspective, that makes my smile wider to strangers and myself, and to further embrace the world for all it's beauty and floors. (I am by no means done with this subject, but will retake it with my conclusion of central Europe)





As a last note I would like to thank everyone that has been a part of this journey, I have truly seen some of the best in people and you have in large part made this what it is to me. Much love to you and the world