10:30 So I am on the bus…the plains slowly turn into foothills and then small mountains. In my own world I am transported to what is familiar to me…the drive through
Colorado. I feel like I could be there in America now…listening to ‘Sexy Back – Justin Timberlake,
but there is a subtle difference…I cant quite put my finger on it…that white house with the red roof nestled in the hills, or the cactus sprouting out of the train tracks, the beautiful oak trees changing to yellow/fire orange…there is something not quite America about it…I could be anywhere, but there is a different air in my blood making my heart a special flutter, driving along the river at the bottom with the rocky mountain peaks emerging around me…what is that white crane doing in Colorado?...The olive trees and the citrus trees have turned to oak filling this valley. I could be anywhere, on a bus alone…the lady next to me could be any dark haired American, but there is something different, something more exciting about this dark tunnel than the ones in
Colorado…all the same I hold my breath as I would if Lynett was with me going to Vail…
The vowels rhyming all around make it clear. I’m on a bus, driving through the Italian mountains, with Italian strangers, breathing Italian air, in Italy.
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