Greetings stranger, is nice see you again.
I have been out of sight for some time, but meeting you again gives me the chance to share some travel stories. Sit with me and take your cup, I just made tea.
Today's story is about my first solo trip, which happened in September 2022.
I took this chance right after a soreful breakup. I didn't want to go Indiana Jones mode, I found a cheap and civilised destination to get acquainted with the feeling...I like cold showers, but I wouldn't dive in the Artic Sea without learning to swim first. Palma was my pick.
While writing this blog, I just realised that technology made one of the nicest interactions people could have be lost, plugging the double headphones adapter to the device and sharing music and emotions with the other person.
I got you covered though, this was my soundtrack for the trip.
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Scrupoli - Daniele Silvestri
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The first impression of the city was weird, it looks incredibly similar to Cagliari!
I could almost find my way to the hostel without a map.
So here they come. The people.
"Wait a minute, isn't this post about the city you visited?"
To be honest? No. I'm sure is plenty of blogs and pictures about this beautiful city.
But I visited a city of people with buildings filling the streets.
"Are you drunk?"
Not really, but listen: I've always been interested in taking pictures of buildings, but what I found here is that people are pretty much like buildings, and I can't stop finding comparable features between the two. Everyone is built in a different and more or less eclectic way with unique features, by humans they met during their life, resisting to harsh or gentle conditions of living. I rather speak about it today, and what they represented to me by the time I spotted them.
"I still doubt your words, but go on..."
Thank you.
Have I told you this trip was right after a breakup? Well, seeing this couple helped the healing process. It made me think about the overwhelming amount of promises we believe in when we are engaged, that look absurd once we step out of it. How we lose ourselves trying to fit the expectations of the significant one, until it breaks.
Confusion is what most usually comes after releasing something that had become difficult to deal with, we start living "the life we deserve", which was only obstructed by our will, adressing the fault of our own mess to what we were attached to. It becomes noisy, full of strangers, and music, and very likely alcohol, while we try to navigate the edge of the abyss.
We very likely start getting our old friendship back, which often try to pull us out of loneliness and sad mood; from the outside, it looks very unfair to start hanging out again with the people who were always there for you, when you have been missing for long time. And rightfully not everyone is accepting you back, but it's also the time for meeting new ones. It's the complete deflagration of what was locked inside.
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Come mi pare - N. Fabi, M. Gazz猫, D.Silvestri
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But somehow, in loneliness we find our path. In the hidden spots of our consciousness, as soon as we gather the courage to dig, lie the answers and solutions to our insecurities, questions, and doubts. She was in a beautiful but hidden spot, doing her music, almost for her own, and among the people who walked by, the kids were the most attracted.
Someone chooses to find faith in religion, we try to look for something bigger than us that reassures all our doubts, and even if the strenght comes from within, we project it outside in a mirror, and we call it God, and with our own reflected picture we overcome even the most tragic events. I do envy them a little, to be honest, for how easy and resolving the answer they find is.
But who are the prophets of happiness? Someone who plays a character connected to the society we live in, but also manifests his own freedom? Are they the successfull social media personalities? The cool ones we envy most of the time? The free spirits? Whoever they are, we never know what they keep hidden, what their soul look like, their story, their doubts and sufferings. He was a true Jesus, spreading kindness and multiplying smiles.
And then there was me, wandering wide in my head and the city, trying to find the fil rouge in the riddles in my souls, searching for balance. I was grey in that moment.
The truth is, during this trip I was so concentrated on my own thoughts that I didn't have a single conversation with strangers during the entire trip, and barely spoke to the waiters.
But I wouldn't want this silent stream of consciousness to be lost, so thank you for giving me the chance to share it.
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Salir貌 - Daniele Silvestri
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Hope you didn't get too bored, and somehow it can help your journey too.
I'm very tired of remembering now, I wish you a pleasant night, and hopefully we'll meet again soon.
Goodnight stranger.
Thank you for reading
