The unforeseen is the only hope

The Unforeseen

There is a poem by the great italian poet Eugenio Montale that l love so much. It talks about travelling; what we prepare before the trip; the maps, the routes, the hotels, what we think we’ll need…but in the end what makes a trip is the unforeseen. As he says in the last verses of his poem of his poem, The unforeseen is the only hope. That’s how I conceive travelling. Without this fact, travelling loses its magic.

Travelling has always been what I love most in life; when I was a child I used to dream about the idea of living in a house trailer working as a painter and  travelling around the world. These days my life is obviously not like that but I still conserve my adventurous spirit. When I travel, I enjoy mixing with the local population and getting to know different way of life. In Palestine, I made friends with the owner of the teashop close to our hotel; in Morroco we met a couple that invited us to their wedding. I remember this as one of the most stunning things in my life. Some of the most amazing things that I have done while travelling have been seeing Capadoccia from a hot air balloon, swimming in the Nile, passing over  the Capilano suspension bridge in Vancouver, enjoying  the dusk in the Wadi Rum desert and sightseeing in New York from a helicopter.

There are so many incredible places in the world that I’d love to visit that sometimes I get really stressed by the impossibility of ever getting there. Travelling is something that never leaves you; once you have visited a place you can’t stop imagining your next destination. Travel is a drug, but I don’t want to go to rehab.

 

Silly Sally