I have a story written, I had decided to post here, explaining all that has happened since the last time I posted, but I’ll save it for later.
Too much wine, too much food and the question as to why are settling in my mind. I sit here, with too much light pollution and a very cold breeze ruining an otherwise delightful evening on the Amalfi coast.
My stomach is not complaining, yet, but the wine has taken over my brain. Loneliness. Profound and utter loneliness. Forget about the location, forget about the scenery and exotic foods. The overwhelming feeling is one of being utterly and totally alone.
The sights, sounds and experiences go unshared. The hopes and dreams for the future are mine alone to contemplate. Ravioli, the freshest shrimp I’ve ever tasted and the overwhelming sensation of isolation.
More to share later, but for now, the cheque, the walk to the hostel, or ‘ostello’ and the recognition that travel, wine and food do not fill the hole left by the lack of a companion.