ask me what's new
what's new is, I booked a ticket here
for £0.30 return (plus airport tax, it comes to around £24)
for October
for one. me.
this is where I'll be.
» pictures from here (thank you, they're gorgeous)
hopefully, come october, i'll have copies of those photos, but on my own camera, and emblazoned forever on the inside of my eyelids, or something.
what i wrote to a friend the other day:
so here's the deal. I'm a compulsive traveller. Yesterday I found out tickets to Genoa cost 15 PENCE, and today I'm 25 pounds poorer, and an October trip to Cinque Terre richer. whenever I feel guilty about how much I travel, I always weigh it against how much it would cost me to cab there. A taxi to Genoa would cost like 25,000 pounds, a plane costs 25 pounds. I'd be a fool not to fly everywhere. and then on reflection I think about how travel's in my blood, the inexpungible imprint left by my nomadic Hakka clan ancestry. when I get guilty about how much I travel, I tell myself, hey, I'm genetically restless. not my fault.
basically, I'm feeling guilty about how much I travel, and looking for excuses :) but really, I don't need them. life's too short to pass up on 15 pence flights to places where the houses cling to rugged cliffs skirted by the white foam of an impish Mediterranean tide, where the trees publish their deep green sentences along the pages of white sand, where water flirts with rock and root under drowsy summer sunshine. even if I miss three days of classes in the process.