This trip to Italy is the closest thing I’ve experienced to having a baby.
At first, it started as a strong desire two years ago. An all-consuming dream, really. (Hence, the beginning of this blog, with sporadic postings since August 2013).
Then, nine months ago my idea was conceived. The due date: August 31, 2015. I eagerly began preparing, seeking out the best accommodations and the cutest wardrobe.
Post-trip feels like my baby went straight from womb to college and now I’m an empty nester. All I can do to keep from weeping is stare at old pictures and make my baby’s favorite dishes to eat without him.
Now I understand that anticipation and nostalgia are two sides of the same coin: an unquenchable yearning for the thing desired. Except anticipation feels full and eager, nostalgia feels empty and grasping.
Fortunately, there are many ways to squelch the sting of nostalgia for Italy:
- Ditch the Starbucks in a paper cup and start drinking exclusively espresso in a tiny cup made from a Moka.
- Buy a pizza oven and make pizza with crust so thin you can fold a slice in your hand like a sandwich and eat a whole pizza all by yourself.
- Drink lots of Italian wine. Prosecco. Mostly Prosecco.
- Make pasta by hand like an Italian nonna.
- Plan another trip to Italy.
Yes, seriously on number 5.
Pictures and stories from my recent Italy trip coming up soon…
…and then it’s time to dream again.