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A text from John to say that he had made it to Palermo. Sicily. Not Italy. I think they like to make the distinction.

This is the departure point for his fifth Italian tour. This time he is with our friend Gwen.

His flight was on time. I followed it across. Sort of pushing it with my fingers on the keys.

He will be there almost three weeks.

That means that I have an "arrival" too.

I arrived, this morning, at self sufficiency and aloneness.

A state that I relish almost as much as being part of a happy couple.

I can't explain that. If you know what I mean you get it. If not, OK.

Labels: travel