Spending a week in the midst of a balloon pine forest on the sea was perhaps good for my mind (oh the elegant limbs of the trees’ embrace), but my spirit craves action. And finally I have it. My Italian lessons began yesterday. By classes, I mean full on immersion. I am the only non-Spanish speaker in the class and therefore, none of the chit chat or slipping into English for me. Hopefully this strategy will prove effective — it feels like it is. But the real joy is in doing something beyond my past few weeks of luxe, calme, volupte. Waking up, occupying my mind, hours meaning something — I’m in a bliss state this way. Without it consciousness slides into nothingness and relativity slips away. We all need some bit of routine to truly, wholly appreciate the moments of beauty, pause, and thought. Well, not all of us; maybe just me.
Unfortunately I am still limited to Internet points. As all things Italian go, so does my schedule for connectivity. In other words, it will happen when it happens and not before. So, I’d like to say in 2 days, but we’ll see. Yes? Then pictures and long ramblings, I promise. Until then, wish me luck with classes and communication in general.