Nicoletta, on her way to a short hibernation.
It may seem odd to some to take a break from what is, after all, an extended summer holiday, but I’ve retired to the fastnesses of the Monte Lucretili north-west of Rome, as the tsunami of tourism crashes over the Italian islands, and the temperatures threaten to climb even higher than the 33-35C I got used to. Here the airs are cooler and refreshing and I can eat meat, an agreeable change after six weeks of fish.
It’s only a breather. I’ll rev up again at the beginning of September, and head first for Pantelleria and then for Lampdusa. I’ll travel through Sicily afterwards, cross the Straits of Messina to the Italian mainland, and transfer to the coast of Puglia inn order to invade the Tremiti islands, the only islands on the Adriatic coast except for those in the lagoon of Venice.
I will continue to blog from Licenza from time to time during August. I may not be travelling in body, but rambling back over where I’ve been and what I’ve done so far. Taking stock, never a bad thing to do.
A friend, who is wiser and far more literate than I am, sent me this poem by CP Cavafy.
Do not hurry the journey at all.
Better that it should last many years;
Be quite old when you anchor at the island,
Rich with all you have gained along the way.
Not expecting Ithaca to give you riches.
Ithaca has given you a lovely journey.
Without Ithaca you would not have set out.
I couldn’t have put it better myself.
NB. I’m not sure what’s gone wrong with the map, but as keen students of this blog will be aware, I’ve moved far beyond Alicudi and Filicudi. I’ll try to get this sorted out.