A journey always starts somewhere…
“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.”
― Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt
The travel bug is contagious & thanks to my Dad who has been travelling for as long as I can remember, I too caught the bug.
I can distinctly recall sitting at the window as a little girl, waving Dad goodbye as the taxi driver whisked him away to the airport. I would remain behind the festoon curtain until the car had sped out of view and for moments after, I’d sit crying.
This is me ‘The teenage mutant Greek ninja turtle’ ready for action in Athens, Greece at the beginning of my journey.
This is me two years after the start of my journey…
Yes, I’m on my way to the altar…
The happy couple…
I was to learn that the pull & drag of home would never leave me…no matter how strong your love is…
My novel memoir is the story of how a young Australian girl came to marry a Roman and live in Italy for 10 years. It is a story inspired by an old box of letters I found tucked away in a cupboard.
I hope that once published ( hopefully :)) it will encourage other women and men to chase a dream and live vicariously, for we are given but one life…
Mum & Dad were left waiting at the window for 10 years until I came home…
Thanks for taking the time to read.