Pulled in by the scent of leather, a night of solo travel is transformed into the best Tuscan wine, a double life as an Italian handbag seller, a midnight dinner of 5 kinds of pasta,& circling michelangelo’s david on the back of a scooter at midnight,

Leaving the barren beauty of Sardinia is bittersweet… But florence & tuscany & cinque terres & new couch surfing hosts await.

Treking through red granite hills of heat & unexpected pleasures- a thirst quenching spring, sweet blackberries near dried on the vine, wild mint, fresh figs, owl and the music of sheep bells. A wild cat howls at the rising moon it’s primal cry reverberating across blue light flooded stones

Stone and green and coral villages sitting on heat soaked hills. Full moon and glistening sea. A colorful cast of characters greet the solo traveller who returns to herself by seeing everything anew.

Calamari roasted on an open fire, at night the manor fills me with the sweetness of memory and wine while outside the streets hum with tourists, bread from la madre , fresh figs & cactus fruit.

he wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn’t sleep… An hour til my (delayed ) departure …soon the busy-ness will become beingness..

The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn’t sleep… An hour til my (delayed departure)…soon the busy-ness will become beingness..

Find a quiet grassy spot and get ready for the light show of the summer…catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…

Two days before I fly to the wilds of Sardinia, via London and Rome.