For the first time in almost three (!) years of blogging every single Monday, I almost forgot about it today. Just simply forgot. Not realising that it was already Monday. I’m sure it has everything to do with the fact that I took a completely spontaneous digital break last week.
I posted a video of us driving over the beautiful bridge into the city of Taranto with the sky turning an orange-pink, but then I went silent
Last Monday, around three o’clock in the afternoon, I landed in Bari, in Puglia, the most south-eastern part of Italy. Where I usually take my followers on Instagram with me on my trips, and where I’m usually always very loyal in updating the home front and friends, this time was different. I posted a video of us driving over the beautiful bridge into the city of Taranto with the sky turning an orange-pink, but then I went silent.
Did we have a fight? Was I bored to death?
Thát silent that after two days I started to receive messages asking if everything was okay. Did we have a fight? Was I bored to death? Well, actually, the opposite was true. But after the first walk in the old city of Bari, I felt such peace come over me that I could do nothing else but just immerse myself in the moment, and experience everything to the full. No WhatsApp messages, no phone calls and no Instagram updates. But instead, there was stargazing on the night of San Lorenzo, singing and playing guitar under the light of the full moon, running hysterically from the beach because the sky suddenly burst open after turning into all shades of dark grey, strolling through Matera, crossing through Taranto, driving hundreds of kilometres in the car with the speakers on volume 100, and having lunch and laughter at nonna’s.
But today, on Ferragosto, I’m going to follow the example of the Italians a little more
It was a wonderful week, and now I’m typing this blog on Monday morning, I cannot believe my luck that another week like this has arrived. Of course, I will tell you a lot more about what it in the weeks to come. But today, on Ferragosto, Italy’s biggest holidays after Christmas, I’m going to follow the example of the Italians and indulge in the true art of doing nothing a little more. See you next week!