My posts have been less regular lately because I’ve been traveling quite a bit (to Barcelona, with Zack, and all around Italy, with my mom). I’ve also been completely immersed in my novel, which is a really fun experience for me: thinking about my characters and their lives constantly, figuring out what situations they’ll be experiencing and how they’ll react to them.
Anyways, this week on my Equals Record column, I discuss traveling with my mom, but really, how we redefine our parental relationships as we grow older. Below, an excerpt:
Often referenced when talking about traveling with a significant other, being in a foreign country tends to magnify relationships, showing their boons and their flaws and mostly their shape, as a whole, crystalized and highlighted in a way that’s impossible for either party to ignore. This was the longest amount of time I’ve spent alone with my mother since I was thirteen years old. It was the most time we had to talk, to work through decisions, to deal with things going awry, and simply, just to be. I found out more about who I am, who my mother is, and who we are together.
Head over to the Equals Record for the whole post.
Also, I’ve included here some photos from our adventure, if you’d like to see. As always, thanks for reading!!
We started in Naples, which was dark and seedy and chaotic in a completely entrancing way. Graffiti covered much of the stone walls; the streets were cramped and hung with clothing of every color. Every few minutes, scooters whizzed by, forcing us to jump to the side to avoid getting run over.
After Naples, we spent a day driving around the Amalfi Coast, which looks like it’s straight out of a postcard. Tiny towns tumble down the cliffside into the sea, which is, of course, a type of turquoise not often seen outside of jewelery and Disney movies.
After hanging out on the (cold) beach in Positano, we stopped by a limoncello factory in Sorrento. I bought way too many bottles and have been drinking it on ice with sparkling water on many a night since then.
We headed up to Tuscany after that, where we used Florence as our home base to explore the small towns of the surrounding hills. The above view was the norm, so we spent a lot of time saying, “Oh my God, can you even believe how beautiful this is?” and wanting to simulate Maria running through the hills in the Sound of Music (although these hills were covered in wine grapes, so even better!)In San Gimigignano, we ate at the gelateria said to have the best gelato in the world. We shared a cup with Raspberry Black Pepper and Saffron Pine Nut, both of which were fairly insane, even for a non-fan of ice cream.
…and I got my fortune told by this guy.
He said life was good, but of course, I already knew it by then.
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