Starter: Back from Lebanon, everything seemed calm. The rhythms, smells, people, sounds.
I had time to think, to plan, to stop me. But stop it has never been among my favorite verbs: there was desire of leisure is certainly not passive leisure. It must have been a curious idleness, idleness that sorprendesse, without requiring too much energy. It had to be sea, was to be Greece.
First course: Amorgos is one of the less visited islands of the Cyclades. Maybe because the outer archipelago, perhaps because dedicated to relaxation rather than the endless nights disc, why Amorgos ignores it and does not care: what matters is that it remains the best kept secret Cycladic.
A Persian girl in search of sea, two tents and two dear friends, this was the cast. The scenario, however, was more surprising than initially imagined.
Why greek food, from rich and hearty dishes, had already been thoroughly tested.
Why the quiet and slow to affect the agenda had already been tested, and also planned. Why
calm waters and wonderful beaches were almost deserted, the raison d'etre of the trip.
But what had not been figured before setting foot on the island, after an endless night on the ferry that we had permission to go to Athens greeting old friends (who pay homage to the famous Mediterranean hospitality), which was All these factors create a favorable chemistry for the regeneration of the senses and thoughts. Our days
dyed white and blue as the walls and roofs of houses from around the island's gentle, pills were broken off for Tommy for a year in Milan and tried (albeit stimulant) by an intense month and a half of the Middle East.
reserved Courtesy of the people, the snapshots on the play of light underwater, the sweet hang a hammock improvident as I have seen many seas, the Cyclades has nothing like the chemical relaxation can recharge energies of every human life .
It also offered glimpses of Amorgos author: Hozoviotissa the beautiful monastery perched on a rock and held by massive buttresses white dominated the Aegean Sea from the strong seventeenth century (built underground) of the village of Chora ennobled ' interior of the island, while the beaches with crystal clear water wedged in secluded bays offer landscapes and colors of rare beauty. And I was filming
life.
Main course: On return, a promise to honor me back to the south Our South this time.
was in fact already for some years that I had promised the Italian gentleman, a professional grandfather, visiting with relatives to find together the Basilicata region forgotten. And take the opportunity to explore a bit 'of Calabria with his wife and my Negin. This bizarre starting lineup was then ventured into the two regions of Southern Italy less publicized, but perhaps this is still authentic.
able to hide wonders such as the Sassi of Matera, the past lives in the present, and Tropea with its scale of blue sea and sky. But also little gems such as the custodians of the Pollino National Park (with its ancient villages and the widespread culture arbereshe, carried by the Albanians fleeing the Turkish invasion in 1400), suspended over the picturesque harbor of Scilla overlooking Sicily and the Strait and the medieval streets with views of the Aspromonte Gerace.
Meanwhile, the usually wonderful ritual of hospitality, where relatives and friends Basilicata Calabria (who does not thank you enough) tried to kill me with sweetness giving us the best examples of rich regional cuisines.
Between the discovery of thousands of new cousins \u200b\u200bnever seen, and the return to scenarios already known (Polistena, where a project Socratic education to legality remains in a place of honor in memory), another week has fled filling up with memories.
Dolce and amazzacaffè: Yet another return, perhaps synonymous with yet another departure.
Visa, said, done much in recent years. Listen better, I need to share them or risk losing them. And listen better, I need people I care to share their stories and not risk getting lost.
So I postponed the departure in January for the stage, leaving open the box of where.
For now, three months between the Marche and Florence, where he probably will try a job that allows me to devote myself to what happened to schedule somatize happen.
But above all, let me see you again soon, a bit 'at a time, with no hurry to leave again.
really soon, mes amis
Tommy
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