Is Denise Milani Italian

You again! This is the official excuse by which I decide to take some time updating the blog. Where? Read more below ... first two rows on the past.

What has happened in recent months (ie from days spent in San Francisco)? Everything, of course. Things that made me happy and things that made me think. As periodically happens to me I stuck nell'asfissiante rotuine and empty daily. Funny how in my head to the concept of routine is not associated with the idea of \u200b\u200bboredom and repetition, but rather the idea of \u200b\u200bparoxysmal activity and always different, which leaves breath. For me it always has been. However, I left with the means that I have learned to use. Cause and outcome of this situation was also the search of the house, which ended a few days with the definition of the date of the deed: September 11 at 11. It will be prophetic?

The purchase of the house. An important step. As someone told me: "put a brick in the most in my life." A risk. A necessity. An investment. Bah. To me none of this.

positive feelings: it is my home. I really struggled to find it, it is hidden, but I have unearthed. And I own choice. And 'that I had in mind. Absolutely no doubt, from the beginning. And every extra minute that passes I only have confirmation. Last night, after having finished cleaning the floors to the 1: 30 I was just going to sleep. So, on the floor without mattress. I gave up because I had the car in no parking. It 's a fixed point, a reference. After exactly one year since I left my last house I have a great need. And the need has increased in recent months since the idea of \u200b\u200bwhere to stop and build something more lasting I am not so remote.

The only negative feeling I had to get off to a compromise with my freedom to choose how to organize life in the near future. In short, if you decide to move to South America, probably the bank does not take a very positive ... I try to convince me that there is still nothing definitive, nothing binding, but in reality I feel that is not true.

However everything is still too new, I need to metabolize the event. It would take just three weeks of vacation ...

And indeed we leave Friday, August 7. The plural. Who childbirth this time? They should see the photo up here, enlarge it: you see it in my right eye (which pictured at left). In the other eye sees the bike ... the other traveling companion.

Destination: Vicenza! The first night. To tap the hospitality of the wives Stefano and Federica. A meeting will be a new discovery, after they have changed a bit 'of things for everyone. We will discuss a road trip, those facts, especially of those to be done next fall. Amarone that I've got around in my head for too long!

And then? Balkans. From Slovenia, through the Julian Alps, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Novi Sad, Belgrade, and then down through Kosovo to Macedonia, Skopje, to trespass Finally in Albania, where it reaches the climax of the trip with the pristine beaches of the south, near Saranda. In

tent.

Many unknowns. I know well that tension generated by the awareness of the difficulties we are going against. But everything is calcoltato, the stages are defined, we have organized. And everything is open to modification, afterthought, stages, times and destinations. It 'exactly what I seek: the satisfaction of a strong curiosity, to be implemented through a powerful experience, to feel on the skin, even at the cost of bringing home a scar.

I heard this morning a radio deejay say that the journey by motorbike is the initiatory journey par excellence. I do not know if I agree. Even the bicycle trip I think that aspires to the title. It is certainly more physically demanding and requires a special dedication, attention to themselves by the moments that take your mind that you are experiencing. But the trip is even (especially?) self-seeking.

At the same time we know that the Balkans will submerge all kinds of stimuli, more than what could happen on the dry Andean atypical. So much is not to be too focused on diet and altitude sickness. And finally, this time, rather than the pursuit of "self", there will be a search for "us" ...

I hope to update the blog every now and then, to send home live thoughts and images as fresh fruit, freshly picked. And will wait anxiously every comment or greeting from home, in the hope (delusion?) To share some scrap this journey with you all you read.

A hug,

ENRICO