Told you I wasn't very disciplined... Ok. So I am famous for waiting until the last minute. Tonight is it. Last night at home for nearly a month. As Ok Go said, "...you can't go back, same way you came, round all the pieces up, but they just don't fit the same". The adventure is finally here.
My cousin Nancy and I were philosophizing (did I just make up a word??) over the telephone the other night about the differences in how we approach new adventures as we grow older. For example, her granddaughter Tricia has embarked on a two year Peace Corps adventure. She has been assigned to Morocco and is blogging her adventure as she goes. Tricia is a 20 something graduate of Washington State University and is thoroughly immersed in the experience of adapting to a new culture in a poor country where she does not speak the language. Here I am, twice her age and white knuckled at the prospect of trying to find the right trains, buses and taxis to get from Rome to Florence to my hotel, and back to the train station to meet (fellow Cagli Project student & friend) Dianna on Tuesday for a trip to Pisa.
How often we tend to not give the next generation enough credit for their curiosity, courage and ambition. I have found they don't just talk the talk like so many in my generation, but they actually walk the walk...put their money where their mouth is... they just do it! They are an inspiration, and I will be proud to leave them with stewardship of our society and our world.
And I'll try to not be so white knuckled and let my hair down in Italy!
