Maybe it’s good it’s taken me two years to save up for my travel adventure. My brain’s operating system doesn’t work like it used so having the past two years to research and delve a little deeper into things has afforded me the luxury of making mistakes – because mistakes will be made – life is just like that. Initally I was certain I was going to Sicily (you know, to hang out with the Mafia and slurp tomato sauce through a straw) but glimpses of my previous trip to Florence kept flashing in my brain like subliminal messages and once I paid attention to them things got sorted out.  What was I thinking!

The other gift time gave me was the opportunity to begin learning a new language – and since Spanish is spoken almost as much as English the world over, it made sense to me to learn Español. I know, you’re thinking why would she learn Spanish if she’s going to live in Italy?  Well, I’ve recently discovered that Spanish is very similar to Italian muchas gracias, grazie millie! And learning a new language has fired up some of those brain cells that I thought were long dead, no longer capable of performing an intricat synapsis. Since Spanish was my new language of choice then it just followed suit that Spain would appear on my travel roster. In fact, Spain is where I’m going to start – it knocked Italy right off the first place post.

And Sardinia? Well that was just listening to my heart instead of my brain; the beaches were beckoning and my soul responded.  Simple as that. Although, there is a piece of brain programming responsible for my strong affinity with the sea – that physical and emotional draw back to the water wouldn’t be so powerful without my brain’s remembering previous experiences.

So you see, my brain’s operating system seems to shortcircuit at times. It seems haywire, but eventually it does come full circle.  The circuit completes itself – just in a very meandering way! Aren’t brains beautiful!