Desire, longing …
Sometimes that feeling can hit me like an overwhelming need for something.
In the most unusual places at the most unusual times. I am sitting right now in Portland, Oregon where we are spending our Christmas vacation and in a rare moment of peace I picked up a book at random in our family’s study. It’s called “Seasons in Tuscany” by Alan Parker. Seated under a blanket on the sofa with a damp, grey winter sky outside the window, I started reading about the warm, baked earth of Italy. All of a sudden, I felt a physical ache, a longing to be there.
It is over eight years since I left and yet my love for the country itself remains undiminished. I miss it.
Especially on a rainy, grey day.