Roman Holiday

Every once in a while we need a change of scenery to provide a distraction and to help gain a different perspective on things. Somewhere deep, deep within, I’m sure that’s the reason for this whirlwind trip. Or that’s the spin I’m going to put on it anyway!  Reasons are immaterial at the moment! Let’s just…let’s just get on with it! So! You know that thing that I was waiting for really eagerly and really desperately? Well, I got it. I know where I’m buying my next pair of shoes now. In Italy. (That really was a sign! I knew it!)

It wasn’t that simple though. Looks like it was, but it wasn’t. When I got the go-ahead, it was for a mere 20 days. TOO SHORT! my mind screamed at me as soon as it saw that number somewhere between noon and 1 pm. It yelled that again and again. Needless to say, I had a dizzying headache by the end of the day.

The Mind ran through all sorts of options. (Yes, it did take on a life of its own and my synapses were merely along for the ride.)

It made me look into options of just extending my trip by booking a later flight out. Expensive and risky but doable.

It reminded me that the last time I was there I said that I enjoyed Rome more, but it’s Paris I’ve missed terribly and have wanted to go back to! Argh, confusion entered the mix!

It made me see how much I could cram into the trip. Do I do Rome and everything south of it? Naples, Pompeii, Palermo…–But when I think of Paris, my heart cries for it, so do I spend half my time there? My fingers fly over the keyboard, searching ravenously, out of my control! Uh oh, hotels are too expensive in Paris around new year’s eve! Okay, *deep breath*, let’s look for hotels after new year’s eve! Huh? Huh? Still pricey, but doable. I will have to go without food for the next few months or so, but that’s a small price to pay, really. But…hotels? For anything over a week, I can look into apartments! So I do that. I look into renting an apartment for my stay in Paris. Then I look into renting an apartment in Rome too! Then it’s back to Paris. I send out a few inquiries and someone calls me back almost immediately! I put down the sushi and run back to my computer. If I’m going to rent an apartment, I’d better have my flight from Rome to Paris and back booked! So I finally look into flights. You can imagine what those prices were like. I don’t travel light, by the way. Yes, I do realise that I really need to learn how to. But who comes back empty-handed from Paris, anyway? Or from Italy, for that matter. The costs are slowly mounting. I pick up the chopsticks again, the gears in continuous motion, working, grinding, painfully so. Maybe instead of that flight to Paris and back, I should just shop. But will I really forsake Paris for a spot of shopping? Is that worth it? Then again, where the hell is Europe going anyway? Is this my last trip there? There can be more trips in the future, near or distant, but I hope near. Right?! Um…right?

I don’t know. I guess the mind finally tired itself out. It may even have realised that silly little me started planning this trip a little bit too late and began to release its hold on me. We’re going to Roma, the mind and I, and we’ll leave it at that for now. But the side of us that wants to make the most of this (and, honestly, I’m not sure I know how to have a relaxing vacation; it must be full of activity, even if it’s just walking around, taking in the sights, all day long, until I’m exhausted and I mean that) will definitely wake up again, maybe on the weekend and take over the computer. Or maybe I will enjoy a few leisurely weeks of a Roman winter. Whatever I do, I hope to make this writing space a daily part of it.

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