These little narrow streets were everywhere and the walled hill towns. I loved the fields of sunflowers, just fabulous. I went to Italy just two weeks after 9/11. It was my first European trip. I was terrified. That's how I've been a lot of my life. Still, I'm somewhat terrified. I don't think this is a good way to live. I think that if I'm bolder, go out and do more--travel, adventure, that this part of me will begin to trust that life, although there have been some bad things that have happened, is basically swell. Real swell, in fact.
When I went to Italy, I was still married. He didn't come along. He always had to much work to do. Yes, always working. I realized that if I wanted a life, I'd just have to go on my own. So I did.
Nan
