Dangling the Carrot

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I’m by no means rich, not in money anyway. I have a beautiful daughter, a great son in law and I’m married to a good, somewhat quirky man. I live in the gorgeous state of Colorado. My passion is travel. I love traveling, as you may have gathered if you read this blog. I love the history and the character of both Italy and Mexico. In a little over a month, we’re flying to Italy. My husband and I are meeting friends in a villa in Campania on the Amalfi Coast overlooking the perfect Mediterranean. My daughter and her husband (and a couple of their friends) are joining us. Vacation family style. Love it.

When I come back I’ll be sad, so I booked my 2018 vacation in Mexico…..I call it “Dangling the Carrot”. Its what keeps me going.

55 Days to go!

If I could start my career over again, I’d be a travel counsellor. Nothing gives me more pleasure than traveling to new places and visiting place I’ve been before and loved.

Since my last trip to Italy (two years ago), I’ve had health concerns, a visit to the emergency room and more stress than I care to talk about, but I’m hoping to exercise the daemons and get all of these issues blown away in the place that soothes my heart and soul, Italy! I can’t wait to sit in the pool of the beautiful villa we’re renting, and look out at the perfect blue waters of the Mediterranean. 55 Days to go!

 

Ravello – not long now!

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75 Days to go before I board the Lufthansa flight to Naples. Counting the days, hours and minutes. Can’t wait to return to Ravello and the Amalfi Coast and excited to see Naples and Capri for the first time. Wish I could stay there forever.

Lake Garda – Wish I were there!

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I still dream of retiring to Italy, but would one home be enough. Ravello and the Amalfi Coast is the place I think of most, but Lake Garda and its beautiful scattering of towns, is always in my heart!

Memories of Campania

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I could wander those beautiful streets forever.

Final Journey!

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I opened my eyes and stretched, it was a Saturday, not that one-day is much different from another when you’re retired, but I remembered it was a Saturday because I had a hair appointment. Maybe I’d go to the mall early and enjoy a little retail therapy. I sat up in bed and stretched again. It was a good morning, no aches and pains, no creaking bones.

I washed and donned my PJ’s. No crazy rush to get the washing done over the weekend, I was retired; I could feed the washer any day I chose. I padded down the stairs to Bob’s man cave. Even at seven o clock in the morning the television was on. Arsenal was playing, and for once it seems, they were winning! No Arsene Wenger at the helm these days.

“Bob, what do you want for Breakfast?”

No answer, he was engrossed in the game, didn’t even look up. Not unusual when he was engrossed in football.

“I’ll bring some toast and coffee down.”

I switched the coffee machine on and cut some bread. Yup, still made my own bread, neither of us liked the doughy mess the American supermarkets sold. I wasn’t hungry though so I took a tray down to the man cave and left it on the coffee table. You could at least say thank you, your team are winning for heavens sake!

I walked out onto the porch, it was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm. Bird’s song was the only sound I head. I love living out in the country. I inhaled the atmosphere. When I die, this is where I want my ashes scattering, I feel comfortable here.

No time to linger today, I have a hair appointment and shopping to do. Maybe some new sandals, we’re flying to Italy next month. Maybe I’ll have my ashes scattered on the Amalfi Coast? No, maybe not, its beautiful there, but I don’t speak Italian, I’d be lonely. Why am I thinking about where I want my ashes scattered?

I went back upstairs to the bedroom, ignoring the dishwasher that needed to be emptied. Not in the mood today, it’s a ME day and I’m going to enjoy it.

I was lost in thought, wondering what I should buy. Maybe a new sun dress too, can’t wait for the Italian sun to kiss my shoulders. I giggled as I remembered the last time we were in Italy, and getting my 65-year-old bum pinched!

I froze in the bedroom doorway. If I’d had any breath left in me I’d of gasped. There was someone lying on the bed, still as a church, it was me!

NO! NO! NO! How could this happen?

I ran downstairs to Bob; he was engrossed in the game. I tried to shake him, but he didn’t see me, didn’t feel me.

Bob! Bob! I think I’m dead!

It was useless. Slowly I went back upstairs and looked around our bedroom. It was full of memories, photos of my daughter, and paintings of Italy. I touched the cold face of the “me” that lay on the bed, hoping I’d wake up. I didn’t, so I sat next to me and waited.

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It was 10:30 when Bob went upstairs. Sheila normally rose around seven, but he hadn’t seen her yet. He worried she was sick.

“Hey, are you staying in bed all day? I thought you had a hair appointment.”

He saw his wife lying on the bed. She was pale and still.

            “I’m sorry Bob, you’ll have to get your own breakfast today.”

He didn’t hear of course. He wasn’t a romantic man, but he bent over his wife’s body and gave her one final kiss on her forehead. They’d been married over 50 years, he’d be lost without her.

 

I’m tired – I need to rest in Campania

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It’s been too long since my last visit and July seems an eternity away! Counting the days.

Italy – My Sleep Potion

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It also means blogging and working on my next book. Love doing that, wish I didn’t have to work, and could do it full-time, but bills have to be paid.

I’m sipping my second cappuccino (daren’t have more than two or I won’t sleep tonight), and thinking of Italy. It’s over a year since our last trip and less than a year before our next one. Can’t wait! Looking forward to retirement and wintering in Italy. Oh that will be so much fun. Wish I could have afforded it earlier in my life, or wish I could afford to retire now. Good things are worth waiting for though.

It also occurred to me, that when in Italy, I can drink as many cappuccino’s as I want, without causing sleep issues. Never after midday of course, that’s just not good etiquette! I wonder if I can get my doctor to write a prescription for me to retire early and live in Italy, isn’t it her job to heal my insomnia?

Finally She Sleeps

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FINALLY SHE SLEEPS

If I were to be buried, I’d like those words on my headstone. Most nights sleep eludes me. I long to sleep for eight hours, but can’t remember when that last happened. My brain is wired to never shut down.

I don’t expect I’ll have a headstone because I want my ashes to be scattered somewhere beautiful, maybe on a hillside below Ravello, overlooking the Mediterranean? After all the memory of me should be in the hearts of those who love me and not imprisoned in one place. If anyone were to write anything to memorialize my death, let not them write, Finally She Sleeps.

Anacapri – Italy

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Dreaming of Italy again! It’s almost a year until my next visit, but its planned. Naples for a couple of days before taking the ferry to Capri and staying in a beautiful B&B in Anacapri. I’m very excited! After Capri we’re staying in a villa in Scala on the Amalfi Coast. Could life get much better?

Maybe! There’s a small chance I may be spending a week in Verona in November. If I still lived in England, I’d spend every weekend in italy, but alas its a long flight from Denver.

 

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