I’m back from a whirlwind trip across the Mediterranean. It was wonderful and elating and overwhelming and exhausting. In a mere 15 days my travel companion, TM, and I visited Barcelona, Cannes, Nice, Eze, Monaco, St. Paul, Florence, Rome, Naples, Sorrento, Positano, Pompeii, Dubrovnik, Venice, and Kotor.
After spending a few days in Barcelona attempting to stay dry (as the old adage goes: the rains in Spain stay mainly in Barcelona) we boarded the beautiful Celebrity Solstice for a 12 day port intensive cruise of the Mediterranean.
I don’t know about you – but when I think “Mediterranean Cruise” I picture myself in a lounge chair with a cocktail well rested and sunned upon. Perhaps there are cruises like this. Maybe in the Caribbean?
Now let me explain what “port intensive” means. It means this:
Go to sleep. Wake up. Speak French. Visit the ENTIRE French Riviera in 8 hours. Go to sleep, wake up. Figure out how to speak Italian, get on train, do Florence in 1 day. Go to sleep. Wake up. Get on another train, see all of Rome including the Vatican Museum in 9 hours. Go to sleep. Wake up. Visit the ENTIRE Amalfi Coast in 8 hours… and don’t forget to dress for dinner, and eat eat eat every spare moment you have. And if that’s not enough there is a full calendar of events on the ship from sunrise until well after midnight every night. Are you bored yet?
I admit, I had to change my thinking. I had gone into vacation-relaxed-mode by the time I got on the plane to fly to Barcelona where I should have been resting up and exercising like I was about to climb a mountain. It was a lot of information in a short amount of time and I definitely got overwhelmed!
And inspired. 🙂 I mean, LOOK at this:
The one place where time actually stopped for me was Pompeii. After hearing the stories for so many years – to see it with my own eyes – to kick off my shoes and walk on the cool marble floors myself… that was incredible.
And then returning to Venice – the only place on this entire journey that I had been to before… that was a great sensation. Foreign, but familiar. And Venice seems so completely beautiful just for the sake of being beautiful. How can you not love it?
This is the first real vacation where I am just combing over the photos I took – finally the world will sit still. Finally I can put myself back in those places and figure out how I feel, what my mind is doing, and really experience it. One of my favorite pictures is behind my eyelids – the Sistine chapel – where the nice security guard constantly reminds: “NO PHOTO” – which kept f’ing up my che. I wanted to say “stop yelling, man. I’m trying to revel here.”
So many songs were born on this journey – I’m depending on the quiet of my mind and the pics on my iPhone to help me finish them.
Glad to be back – wish me luck!