I have yet to write about what I actually came here for – yes, The Hive Conference, where bloggers all over Europe convened and made sparks fly everywhere, also where I conducted my first live video-making workshop. So happy. but before I get into that AND the video recap (YAY) I’ll be throwing in a bit of pre-Hive experience with my son wandering about Berlin. More soon!
The verdict? I love Berlin, it’s just fascinating. If it were a human being we’d be friends. I’d call her Butch. Tough on the outside but soft/alive inside. One week is too damn short a time to get to know each other and since we got along pretty well the first trip, I’m pretty sure it’ll be extra special next time. Whenever that may be.
Adamo sees a boat pass by
Last year was full of interesting encounters and travels around Italy. One of the best was this sojourn with a merry band of tarot travelers, tracing the history, symbolism, and art of Tarot where it was originally found/created, in northern Italy. I wrote about it last year before the actual trip here. And now, months after, I’ve finally come around completing the trailer below, with things you might expect to see/find on this tour.
Find out more about this year’s tarot tour here. I am so glad I found Arnell Ando, host and organizer of this tour who is also a respected tarot artist and owner of the online Tarot Emporium for all your tarot needs and curiosities. She is both gracious and divine, a wonderful person inside out. More on her and other tarot stories soon.
That is a picture of the ancient Greek and Roman ruins of Libya, from a distance. It is hard to imagine that once upon a time here in this dry desert was a thriving enterprise and an empire teeming with activity, drama, and culture just a few thousand years ago. Perhaps now it is all left completely to our imagination especially after the recent civil war and bombings. Without these landmarks, these fossils, who will remember? Unless one bothers to pick up a book, or look through some photographs, it is as if nothing happened. All turned into dust.
These film photographs were taken in 2006 by my husband Francesco. Back then he had the lucky opportunity to visit (it was never so easy for foreigners to visit Libya under Geddafi). At the time he was so inspired by his experience that he immediately wrote a book, very personal and he was about to publish it but unfortunately one of the real-life characters involved in the book did not approve of it and it had to go hidden until the recent war broke out and a sudden desire to release this work made him rewrite the whole book and publish it this year. I used some of his pictures from the actual trip to create the cover for Libya 2006: Viaggio a tre voci (A Trip in 3 Voices). Here is the design I came up with, my imagination of what Libya feels like.
The publisher has a fixed format for their books so I didn’t have to design the title and text but here is how it looks printed.
It is in Italian and
has some copies if anyone is interested in purchasing. Do you think its a good idea to try and make it available for purchase online?
This is a chapter worth skipping as I am about to tread past blogging SOP and move back to how I once wrote online, back when nobody read my rambles and I was much more intense/intimate with life. It has been almost three years that I/we have been moving about and around Italy. Rome is treating us well, fairest weather, vibrant and crazy. It reminds me a little bit of another crazy capital – Manila, ten times more wacky where I last spent my days before I made this big move.
It has been several months now that I have been planning/anticipating our trip back to the Philippines. A year over after giving birth to our son now big enough to fly halfway across the planet, I’m more than excited to have him see and meet the big circle of friends and family back in the place I so dearly call home. Unfortunately we won’t be able to make the trip as a change of priorities and plans are set in motion.
Truth is, I never really thought I would be “living” my life in Italy. I didn’t realize this consequence of our marriage. Both of us being such nomads, I expected we would be moving about but I always knew my point of origin was still among these string of islands, the comfortable vicinity of sea and coconuts and laughter and friendship. I know this clearly now. Despite embracing and adopting this second “home”, I cannot lie. A part of me is anchored firmly in those shores.
I write to let go. This is my letter. So much of memory and nostalgia is holding me back from truly living and being here where I am. Come to think of it, the whole world is our home. A true nomad knows this. For this I can stop waiting for that distant trip and consider these moments, these times so ripe for building a life.
We recently got back from a trip up north covering this awesome
and other interesting encounters. More on that soon. Of course we brought all our stuff with us (pots, pans, underwear, the necessities) throughout the trip until our final stop to our new home in Rome. We are undoubtedly lucky: first, to have found this apartment at the last minute. Second, to be alive to experience this life and meet such amazing people. Third – well, just thank you universe and whoever’s out there winking. We are winking back and giggling! 😉