My 33rd Birthday

Oct. 20th:

According to the sign, which was kindly duplicated in English, the Notre Dame de Pepiole is probably Europe’s oldest known chapel.  The monastic construction dates back to the 5^th century and the most modern sections were added in the 12^th century.  The medieval stone and mortar construction of the buildings and the groves of olive trees make it a most quaint retreat.  I spent most of this day lounging in the sun and napping as Florence ran errands.  In the evening I celebrated my 33^rd birthday by doing 33 sun-salutations before Flo whisked me off to a party in my honor.  A dozen of her closest people were gathered to sing joyeux anniversaire (happy birthday) and celebrate with a meal of Raclette (ham, potatoes, and cheese specially melted on special cheese melting machines).  The elevated view from the house of the bay, boats (including military carriers), and city lights was brilliant.  I also met Flo’s other sister Natalie who spoke great English and entertained me with conversation for part of the night.  I was truly touched by the efforts Flo put into making the occasion happen and the willingness of people to gather for a stranger’s birthday.  Another year younger celebrated in a memorable fashion.  And my 33rd a significant one.  The age of the Christ as I was told numerous times...       

Perspective:  It is a most humbling feeling to drop into a foreign land with no ability to comprehend or communicate.  There is a mysterious loneliness that goes with hours of listening to others jabber, laugh, and banter without much clue as to what is being said.  Sitting with another person in awkward silence because neither knows how or what to say.  Walking the streets and debating how to acquire necessities brings out insecurities not felt since adolescence.  These feelings, and I’m far from traveling independently.  Of course, there is a whole other level of communication that is challenging with the barriers of language that exist with my English-speaking guide.  There are moments where complete independence is the desire despite the insecurities.  That’s my reality though, this adventure that I’ve taken on.  Travel is a multi-dimensional experience; time reveals circumstances and an inevitable examination of self, perspectives change.  Here I AM, Here I go…