Naples.
You hear the word or see it and think a dozen different things, and I cannot argue that any one of them is wrong. I think STRESS. There are stories of pickpockets galore and there are tales to be told of getting lost and stuck and so many terrifying things. I am thinking only of the stress of getting there and getting around at this point, because this trip has been a great deal of stress. I suppose it is my fault for not being prepared and not having a real understanding of where I was going or how I expected to navigate a foreign city without a plan. I figured I had a cellphone and the rest would work itself out—only I do not get reliable service and I am reliant on Wi-Fi thus far. That being said, I am settling in to this new reality.
My partner, the good lady Talis, says the first part of a journey is detox. You are shedding the day to day of your normal life (when she said that I immediately thought of re-tox as we head back home eventually). I think she is right, and I really do feel my body, mind, and soul attempting a detoxification where I shed the skin of yesterday and reconnect with the core of who I am in search of who I intend to be.
This is happening on a cellular level. I am actually sweating out the bad and uploading the possible. I expect to get back to floor exercises later in the week, as I attempt to reconstruct myself bit by bit.
But this was supposed to be about a day trip. What I can say is that this day trip is a new beginning. I am attempting to shed the stress while I embrace the possible.