Traveling is on my mind, perhaps because a special friend of mine has just come back home from an amazing journey full of mysterious places and people. I crave for that type of adventure. Last time I took a trip like that was so long ago. I wonder where my next trip would take me and with whom. Today a special city is on my mind. I never been to Positano but for years I dreamt of it, looking at photos of it and picturing myself there. Colorful houses that almost swing off its cliffs overlooking the water. I see myself walking its narrow streets on a warm summer day that turns into a cooler evening with friends, family or a loved one. Meeting its people, hearing their stories, seeing their everyday lives and oh please, yes, eating their food. I think I can even smell it. Positano’s scent is like gardenias and lemons. Flower scents coming from the many houses adorned by them on their windows and balconies. And escaping from the many kitchens delating its guests with seafood from the area? The smell of bright yellow, juicy lemons. Maybe it's just me and my vivid imagination. How would I know the smell of I place I have only seen in pictures? It must be my yearning to travel again far and away. Every time I travel to distant lands I come back a changed person. It's as if I borrow someone else's set of eyes from a distant place and bring them home with me, changing the way I see life from then on. I dream of Positano and to one day bring a bit of it back home with me.
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