“ Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” Cesare Pavese
I dream of travelling like this again. Of not knowing the route intimately, of not knowing what is around the next corner, or the best places to see or to eat or to be at the destination. I miss being out of my depth and immersed in the unknown. Oh how I long for the open road.