Ancients Abroad

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When we were younger, travel was always an exciting possibility. Faraway places were bejeweled with enchantment. We packed light, thought nothing of bone-crunching 15 hour flights and indigestible airplane food.

Now…

Consider the plight of two older adventurers lost in Rome. We have not planned to be lost in the ancient city, mind you—we meant to circumnavigate Rome and drive toward Spoleto. An easy task, we were sure.  But the GPS is buried somewhere deep in the heart of the suitcase and temporarily inaccessible, the written directions confuse, signs are missed, and here we are now plunging into the heart and awful traffic of the eternal city.

Mike, who is never shy about asking directions, does so—several times. The dialogue always goes something like this:

Allora, va destra e poi sinestra, destra, e sinestra…(go right and then left, right, and left)

Si, capisco. Mille grazie! (I get it, thanks!)

The problem was that before we reach the second left turn, we find that the directions are not quite accurate, and confusion reigns. Finally, in desperation we appeal to a young man riding  a scooter. He starts to give directions, looks at us pityingly (undoubtedly thinking of his own grandparents), then motions to us to follow him. Chasing a speeding scooter through glaring, honking, blaring traffic is no mean feat but we have courage and determination and we want desperately to get the heck out of this mess, and… yes… hooray! Here is the correct turn at last!

An hour of driving lies before us, but now we are on Easy Street for our chosen route leads us through rolling hills overflowing with color: the dusty green of the ubiquitous olive trees, the brilliant gold of broom, the soft pinks and white hues of oleander. Now and then we  catch a glimpse of some edifice built of ancient stone or the sweep of a Roman aqueduct or what might have once been a castle perched high on the brow of a hill. Camera in hand, my airline aches and indignities forgotten, I lean against the window and imagine what might once have been in this ancient land. So many legends are alive here still, so much philosophy and art, so much blood and treachery and beauty and history…

Soon our road parts company with the main highway and narrows, turns into a dirt road that bumps and meanders until we come suddenly upon field after field of poppies. Their crimson heads toss and dance in the light breeze, and  I lean out of the car window to take their picture. But instead of snapping that photograph I stare entranced. For beyond the poppies rise the Apennines—golden and green and ageless in the afternoon sun.

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About Maureen C. Wartski

I’m Maureen Wartski, writer, artist, wife, mother, grandmother; you can see that I have many of the bases covered. I was born in Ashiya, Japan, a (then) small town which lay cradled between sea and mountains. In the evenings, we would walk along the road that ran past Osaka Bay, and a great moon would rise out of the water to turn the world to silver. I’m told that my first words were, “Big moon!” All my life I have felt the tug to write something, draw something, put together something with fabric, string and color, and the urge to create has grown through the years. I suppose, then, that it’s a natural thing that this blog be full of the things that so many of you enjoy doing…drawing, making something with fabric, and writing. Yuri's Brush with Magic, my newest book for middle schoolers follows the adventures of a brother and sister, the magic of words, and the incredible magic of the natural world. I'd love to hear from you! You can send me a note at: maureen@wartski.org/ My blog is here: https://maureenwartski.wordpress.com/ Or friend me on Facebook!

2 responses »

  1. Lovely! Lovely! Lovely! Even though you had some difficulty with directions, it was worth it in the end. Isn’t it wonderful when people come to our rescue? I’m so happy that you and your husband are on such a fabulous adventure. Thanks for sharing.

    Linda A.

  2. Thank you, Linda! It really is exciting… and so nice to have friends with whom to share the experience!!

    Ciao….

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