The main task in life is to give birth to our self to become what we actually are.
A shot taken from the Ligurian Sea. I love that coastline.
I woke to the alarm at 5.45am. We were out the door by 6.40am. The airport bus, the flight (1 hour 20 minutes), then another airport bus in Milan, and the train through the hills to Genova. It's been a day but I love traveling.
I was lucky. There was no rain as I walked along Via XX Settembre from Brignole Station. I arrived, turned on the gas and heating, changed into more appropriate clothes and then was out again. Hunter-gathering.
It's good to be back in Genova. I love this city, so very much.
My USB modem is loaded to go for a month. I have red wine, sparkling water, and not too much else at the moment. I was counting on my favourite pizzeria being open tonight but it's almost 6.30pm and there's nothing happening there yet.
It's pouring down here but that doesn't matter. I've always loved rain. When I lived in Istanbul people would call out compliments to me when it rained. I sparkle in the rain but it's not surprising, given that I grew up in Dunedin and loved living in Fiordland later. Rain is that thing that happens in those places. Excessively at times.
So I have arrived. Now, to start on the work that I came here to do.
Friday night’s jazz and cooking evening had to be cancelled, as the cold sucked all of my energy out of me. Then Saturday’s dinner at Arenzano was postponed till Sunday, due to ... my cough, lack of energy and etc.
Saturday night was a nightmare. I coughed until 6am, then slept until 10.30am. Francesca, Beppe, Romi and Marco were so kind putting up with the tired creature who arrived for lunch. Then again, the conversations were so interesting that I think they revitalised me.
Last night, I took cough mixture, a natural kind, and can you believe it ... I slept. Almost all night. It was a stunning departure from recent nights.
I bounced out of of bed at 8.30am today, dressed and caught the bus out to Boccadasse, deciding that these new energy levels needed tested out alongside the sea, with a stroll on Corso Italia.
The photograph below was a part of the view ... it was lovely out there, just lovely.
Yesterday, we walked a million miles alongside the Ligurian Sea ...
Okay, those who know Corso Italia will know that walking from Boccadasse back to the city of Genova is just over 4kms however ... if you factor in my cold, the fact it was veryvery hot, and the glare of the sun which, while beautiful, was fairly intense without sunglasses, I think you will understand my claim of a million miles.
Actually, the first time I saw this sea, I was too long out of New Zealand and my eyes filled up with tears. It’s my home away from home sea. It’s the sea I love best in these days.
Meanwhile, my body is a bit mad with me. I still have this stinkin’ cold ... probably because I didn’t take the Acetilcisteina EG medicine the pharmacist gave me ... I can already hear my sister explaining why we should take medicines given. My sister, Sandra, is a nurse and knows stuff about the why of drug relief. Meanwhile I’m of the ‘read and flee it’ variety, specially if the contra-indications are grim. Actually this drug seems to be an all-round good guy but who knows ...
Alternatively, I buy the medicine, as if an entirely responsible adult and seem to imagine that is enough. Having it in the house, close by, voila ... !
Anyway, still feeling kind of miserable and messed up in the mornings ... I’ve just spent the last 30 minutes eating Clementines, blowing my nose and really kind of wishing I had started taking the Acetilcisteina EG all those days ago.
The pharmacist said ‘10 days!’
I said, ‘You mean take it for 10 days?’
He said, ‘Yes, at the same time preferably.’ And I think he said something about before or after food too.
But, once upon a time, back in New Zealand, my lovely doctor did say that colds pass after 2 weeks with medicine, or last a fortnight without medicine.
I’ll let you know ...
The Ligurian Sea is a part of the Mediterranean Sea positioned between the northwestern coast of Italy, the southeastern coast of France, and to the north of the islands of Corsica and Elba.
The western boundaries of the sea are an estimate at best, as mapping accuracy depends on where the sea actually ends, and there are many opinions for same.
The distance from Pisa to Nice is 251 km (156 mi), and from Genoa to Elba is 207 km (129 mi). The max depth is estimated at more than 2,850 m (9,300 ft.).
Called “Mar Ligure” in Italian and “Mer Ligurienne” in French, Genoa and Livorno are its chief ports and the sea is well served by regional ferries.
Sourced, The World Atlas website.