We're all packed. The camera is fully loaded, Ziploc bags with crayons and snacks to full capacity, batteries all charged up, and we're ready to go. Our taxi is waiting downstairs, engine a-purring.
E. and I are off to our Sorrento getaway. I will try to blog from there, but I can't guarantee consistency. I will take notes, though. I will also embrace friends. I will sleep finally, and with no alarm clock set on 7:00am. I will laugh and catch up in good company. I will sit on the shore and listen to my beloved Mediterranean Sea tickling the pebbles for as long as my little boy's patience and play dates can withstand. I'll watch the all-night Easter ceremonial processions, with men in scary hooded gowns and Madonnas raised on shouldered pedestals. I will bask in the intoxicating aroma of the local lemons, terraced olive groves and cascading wisteria in bloom. I will be on vacation, vacating my brain, and relinquishing all recent aftershock-induced stress. I will cook in a kitchen not my own. I will eat like in a day with no tomorrow, and I'll dance like nobody's watching.
In the meantime, feel free to dig into my savoury archives.