End of day 5

I have no clue if anyone is following this, but it will be a good reference point when I get home.

There was a band playing in the piazza tonight. As I sat there listening, I found myself struggling to comprehend this simple fact, "I am in Italy".

Then, I heard in Italian something about a wonderful world"  and sure enough, the band starts playing "What a wonderful world" by Louis Armstrong. There was a terrific trumpet player who stood as he played. I sang along quietly and couldn't believe my luck. This is one of my favorite tunes.

Can you imagine, sitting out on a lovely evening, listening to an Italian band play a dear American song?  I can't and I was there.  I honestly find myself overwhelmed by the atmosphere with all this good fortuna.  There were a lot of not-so-great things that occurred for this trip to take place. You never know where the fates are leading us.

The hardest part of being here is the lack of conversation. Although I am reading a lot and writing like crazy. I find similar thoughts flooding my mind, as they did back home in VT.  I let them go as they are of no help.

I am not sure what to do sometimes as everything takes effort, as it is new.  But I keep moving along.  I try to not get caught up in what the locals might think of me, that is their business not mine.

I try to focus on experiencing each moment...feel the breeze, smell the cologne, hear the language, smell the smoke, listen to the laughter, see the color of the buildings.

For someone who has never traveled much, being on my own in Italy is amazing.

I went into 2 new stores today. Sometimes I have to push myself to go in, even though I don't want to buy anything.  Anytime I am fearful, I tell myself "do it anyway".  So far so good.

I have not checked out any museums yet. I think I will look into that tomorrow.

Tomorrow night the free concert will be jazz.  Oh my, another evening struggling with the thought "I am in Italy".  :)

Buena Notte, p