The worst part of my trip is saying goodbye; it's like someone offering you to try the best chocolate bar you can imagine, then saying you will never have it again. You meet these fantastic people, you live with them for what seems a lifetime and then you're off to your next destination, forced to say goodbye knowing that if by any chance you meet up again it will never be the same. People change you, people offer a new perspective and they make you think, make you second guess your opinion. Every time you say hello, you are aware a goodbye is soon to follow. But this is life; it's a trapeze swing that is constantly taking you by surprise. It rips you out of a newly created family with no notice and swings you around into nothingness. You feel empty and alone. Then it brings you to this new landing where you know good people wait, they wait to hear your story and to share a glass of wine. It's this vertigo you get, your heart sinks. You have no idea what is to come next so you grip onto the trapeze swing. You hold on tight and hope the next place is good; a place with people you can share everything and speak your mind.
Tomorrow I say goodbye to my Australian friends. One I met a month ago and reunited in Rome, the other I have known for 3 days. I can easily say these are the closest friends I have made during my trip and will be visiting them on the other side of the world one day.
However one thing ends and the other starts; tomorrow I fly to Geneva where I will see Luisa for the first time in two months and I can't seem to wipe off the smile that covers my whole face. We have no plan and that's always the best plan. What matters is we'll be together again.
I am in Naples tonight. I sit with a ball of dough in my stomach from all the pizza I have eaten in the past two days and regret nothing. Today we visited Pompeii, a city that was covered with 5 meters of ashes from a sudden volcano eruption two thousand years ago. What's amazing is most of the fresco art is intact along with the mummified bodies that have been conserved by the ashes. I love history.
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