Those of you who have followed this blog (You will be rewarded in heaven.) know of our insatiable passion for travel. Since moving to Italy, we have been to such places as Dubrovnik, Amsterdam, Paris, Prague, Vienna, Munich, Barcelona, and many other intellect-stimulating, tummy-satisfying, eye candy places. In yet another life-changing decision, Jessica and I have decided to spend less time in Italy and more of it in pursuit of quenching our thirst for worldwide experiences. That pursuit will begin with a month in Thailand followed by some time in Malaysia and travel around southeast Asia.
While we will certainly be returning to our little olive farm in Puglia for the summer season, most of the year will find us moving around, taking in the sensations of the globe and sharing with you our experiences through the launch of a not-yet-but-soon-to-be-online blog called “World-Wide-Eyed.” This blog will be a joint effort of Jessica and me, featuring her amazing photographs and my quirky, sometimes cynical, always twisted take on what I see. We hope you’ll check it out. Just don’t do it yet.
As we prepare to take our extended holiday and a pausa from Italy, I can’t help but think about the things we’ll miss. First and foremost, we will have a hole in our heart for our friends and will miss their company, their support and their smiles. We will surely yearn, from time to time, for authentic pizza, the robust wines of the Salento and having olives with every meal. We will regret no longer having the roadway company of the jagoff drivers who tailgate close enough to lick our bumper and take their half of the road out of the middle.
And then there is the vaunted Italian bureaucracy with which we have spent so much of our time since moving to Italy. Difficult though it will be to leave their dour faces, sour dispositions, lackadaisical attitudes, nicotine-dependent disappearances and minimal competence, we will just have to cope with the loss of their company for a while.
We are used to taking a short drive to one of the white-sand beaches of the Adriatic and getting lost in the white towns of the Valle d’Itria, treats that we will be giving up with our new approach to life. In Kuala Lumpur, we will have to park our car in a designated space, no longer able to simply leave the car wherever it’s most convenient, as people do here in Puglia. We will miss the multi-hour opportunities to get to know our neighbors while waiting to be abused at the post office and to be treated with the warmth with which one invites an itchy rash into his drawers by the post office staff once it was our turn to be “served.”
And, though we will occasionally lament the loss of these things, we are looking forward to cilantro and sushi, to Thai massages and temples, to kimchi and curry. And, we look forward to eventually sharing all of it with you, our readers, at www.worldwideeyed.com. Soon, but not until I tell you.
In the meantime, there are stories yet to be told about our incredible life in the heel of the boot like the one about when we went to pay our 2015 rubbish tax on December 1, only to be told that the amount we owed would not be calculated until sometime in 2016, so stay tuned. I will also be using this blog to shamelessly and unabashedly promote my new book (as if I had an old book) that will be available before you go to the beach this coming summer. It will make you laugh (at the stupid things I’ve done), cry (especially if you paid for the book), and slobber (because there’s a lot of stuff about food in it).