Chapter 31: 2nd lone travel (I) – Five days in Florence

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Fragment of “Sunset in Florence” from Piazzale Michelangelo. The Ponte Vecchio and the Palazzo Vecchio – vintage version (click to see full panorama).

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Long time no see

Hello there… It’s been a while since I last posted. You see, I am not the sort of guy who would just write for the sake of writing. I need to have something to say that I consider worth reading. Apart from that, I have been, for some months now, riding an emotional roller-coaster of which I still have to get off, so my state of mind might not be the best to write. However, I spent some very special days in Florence last September and I think I can manage a couple of worthy posts. We’ll see…

The Ponte Vecchio at sunset. Some men tethered their boats at the end of the day, while some people worked and others partied, above them.

Another Lone Travel

As some of you might know, I spent nine days in Normandy last year. It was an epiphany of sorts. I had never traveled alone before and I didn’t know at the time if I would enjoy it or not. When I prepared that journey I was so thrilled I was going to Normandy. When I came back I was so thrilled I had gone alone. These were nine intense, tiresome and amazing days that I will never forget, and I decided I would set out on my own at least once yearly from then on.

American Cemetery at Omaha Beach. A place best visited alone (click to visit gallery).

My idea this year was to spend around 10 days visiting the WWI trenches , the areas of the Somme, Amiens, Verdun, Ypres. Maybe I’d travel a little forward in time from there to the WWII Ardennes and then back to Napoleon’s Waterloo. Once there, why not? At the end of August, when I had most of the itinerary planned out and organized, I realized I was not in the mood to visit so many places of death. My mind frame was just not right, so I changed my course radically: I had planned a journey to war in which I would have driven for hours every day around a wide area covering three countries. Instead, I traveled to the cradle of European rebirth, the heart of the Renaissance, to Florence. The idea was to discard the vehicle and stay put, just wandering around surrounded by beauty and, through it, forgetting about myself.

I was eleven days away from home. It took me four to drive there and two more to return home. The other five days I spent in Florence. An unforgettable stay.

Panoramic view of Florence in the evening from Piazzale Michelangelo. Something like this, but from further away, was my first glimpse of the Duomo when I was driving in. A moving moment (click to enlarge).

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Chapter 30: unwanted changes

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Boats down the river in Vietnam (click to enlarge).

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One simple fact

Control is an illusion. We pretend we control our lives, but we don’t. We are just ants floating downriver on fallen leaves. We can, maybe, get to choosing which bank we sail closer to, sometimes even navigate against the current for a while if we catch the right whirlpool, or negotiate some rock or stuck tree trunk before it makes us founder… At the end of the day, the river will take us where it sees fit and we will have little say about it. That is Life.

And it’s okay.

The same way I believe you cannot lead a full life if you have not  lived sorrow,  I think this fear of where the river might take us, and ultimately will, makes our efforts to steer that brittle leaf all the more relevant. It’s that fight that keeps us alive, awake. It is hard to take death as a good thing. It is not. It is necessary, we fill the space others vacated before us, but it is definitely not good. Still, we would not appreciate life the same way if we knew it was forever. However, no matter how hard we struggle to keep our lives in control, Life often has different plans that bring about unwanted changes. Surprisingly, and this is what the post is about, more often than not these changes are for the better…

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Chapter 29: our phoenix cycle

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As trees shed their leaves, we shed our old self every winter (click to see texted version)

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 The endless winter

This used to be the hardest part of the year for me. It probably still is. After Christmas, all the worries we mentally pushed over the ramparts raised on top of the holidays come back to haunt us. The new year brings back the old problems and fears, the days remain short, the cold persists, and our longing for sunny days and t-shirts becomes rawer, more acute. We feel old beyond our age… January passes fast, but February lingers. Do not worry, it is just the closing of our Phoenix Cycle. We die in winter, but only to be reborn in spring.

Since I grew aware of this fact, this period of the year is not hard at all. Not anymore. Maybe it has to do with the way life speeds up as you pass chapters on the book of your life. Winters used to last for endless ages when I was a kid, but now no season has the consideration to last its due three months. They rush by disrespectfully in just two, some times even faster. Not serious at all, if you ask me. This fact might have made things clearer for me, helped me to see the truth that lies beneath the surface. As most simple truths, it is so obvious we tend to ignore it…

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Chapter 28: to know Katixa

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Chillida’s Comb of the Winds, San Sebastian.

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 This has been a very strange week

Wonderful from the professional point of view but, while everything went so fine for me, life was just hammering people all around. Among other things, I am a personal Maths teacher. I started last year, and getting the first students is pretty hard. Last week I got a new kid because his teacher at the time had fallen seriously ill. This week I got a second one because she died. She was just 31, had studied architecture and life didn’t give her time to find a job on what she had fought so hard to be. Today two kids in their twenties killed themselves against a truck on the turnpike, not 1 minute away from my house. I hate that bend. That part of the turnpike was opened not three years ago and it was just bidding its time, waiting for prey. Today it scored two students.  Also today, my little engineering company issued the first two bills in 20 months. First money it makes. On top of all this, my wife learned yesterday one friend of  hers has lung cancer. So, all in all, bitter-sweet week, in which I am feeling great but not quite. How could I?

Life is a gift, but it can be nonetheless ruthless. There is a Pearl Jam song titled Sirens that says “it’s a fragile thing this life we lead. If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace by which we live our lives with death over our shoulders”. I think these words explain in a wonderful way what many people do, celebrate life while they are aware, or maybe because they are aware, it is finite, that it can end anytime. It is in days like these, when you are not directly hit but you can see where the bombs are falling, when this feeling surfaces with most intensity. I tell myself, live, man, LIVE! for we never know. For me, LIVING means making the most of each and every day, it means giving love to those around me. It means planing for a long life, but enjoying the present. We won’t be happy next month or year if we don’t learn to live today. LIVE. Try to get rich, but not in money, but in experiences and affection. To help and be helped, to love and be loved, to share… these things cannot be bought, and are the only ones that give life a real meaning. But I am repeating myself.

Many others, however, do not live their lives with grace, but with recklessness, with disrespect, as if they had many lives to live, infinite days to waste. So they allow banal things to spoil their days one after another. We need to LIVE. We need to learn to respect our own lives, to be grateful for all the things we have, and do not have. Things we and take for granted and which are not taken into account until lost.

Life can be ruthless, but it is the most precious gift. It is worth to fight for, to be fully savored, to the last second. In times like these I remember Katixa. A girl, a woman, I never knew. And I honor her.

The following is the translation of something I posted on a forum 19 months ago.

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Chapter 27: The night I drew my knife

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Chauvet Cave Lions. Handmade wax crayon painting on leather. Two of my hobbies inter-twinned, drawing and paleoanthropology (click to enlarge).

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Slow rolling stone

They say a rolling stone gathers no moss. I think of myself as a slow rolling one. I get some moss, not too much, then I move on and start gathering a different sort of moss. My moss cover is a nice patchwork blanket in different tones of green. I often say I am a willingly unimpressive multi-hobbyist. There are many pastimes and disciplines I love, but I have always favored quantity before quality. I am too curious to try being really good at just one thing. It needs focus and sacrifice. I do not mean sacrifice as effort, but the sacrifice of other activities. I do not want to. Seems we all need to be particularly good at something so we can be respected and defined by it. I do not agree, there are way to many wonderful things to do in this world, to sacrifice them for just one. Of course, that’s only my point of view. You could think exactly the opposite and be totally right.

Thus, I have always tried to be good at what I do for a living because I am paid for it, but in my leisure time I only go as far as I can without the need to focus too long. I play the guitar, even played in a band, wrote our songs and sung them too. Terribly, true, but we loved it. I build, paint and age scale model vehicles, I grow orchids, draw with pencil and ink, write, have an outdoors little garden, create little inventions, play some sports, bind books, had a complete chemical dark-room, run slot-cars, I grow tadpoles and Tritons, mounted moths (did not kill them,though)… I am not outstandingly good at any of these activities, but I have  the chance to take pleasure of each and every one. That’s why I am a willingly unimpressive multi-hobbyist, a slow rolling stone.

But, forgive me. My mind wanders, as usual. I was going to tell you about the day I drew my knife to fight for my life…

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Chapter 26: walk in the dark

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The tower at Chenonceau (click to enlarge)

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Making the best of something

I had some twelve hours to drive if I just stopped to rest, so I decided to split the journey in two and enjoy the road-trip. Returning home in no hurry, there was no reason I could not make the best of it. This extra day allowed me to visit four amazing places and bring home 45 pounds of some of the best quality flint-stone  in the world. However, I will just talk about the place I picked to spend the night and the little excursion I made under the moonlight.

The place I chose did not actually mark the middle of the journey. However, I had seen pictures of this peculiar castle of the Loire Valley years before and I wanted to visit it some day. This was the right chance. The Chateau is more or less isolated in the middle of the forest. I went there twice. First in the evening, then in the dark of the night. Both experiences resulted exciting in totally different ways. A walk in daylight, a walk in the dark… Continue Reading

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Chapter 25: 1st lone travel (IV) – more cool stuff

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The Cliffs of Etretat, looking south (click to enlarge).

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More cool stuff

I said I would write three entries about my journey to Normandy. Well, I lied… The first was about what it felt like to travel alone, the second about war. The third was to be about all the cool stuff  I saw in those experience-packed nine days. However, this third post was getting too lengthy, so I decided to split it into two parts. Here’s the second, with some more cool stuff.

So let’s take it from where we left the last week. I had visited the B-26 at Utah and the Airborne Museum at Sainte-Mere-Eglise. From there I went to visit Pointe du Hoc, the battery the US Rangers took climbing up a cliff under fire in the dawn of D-Day, and where the craters and destroyed bunkers have been preserved as an impressive open air museum…
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Chapter 24: 1st lone travel (III) – the cool stuff

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German cannon in Longes sur Mer on the coast of Normandy (click to enlarge).

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Cool stuff

I said I would write three entries about my journey to Normandy. The first was about what it felt like to travel alone, the second about the war. The third, this one, goes about all the cool stuff that I saw in those experience-packed nine days. Cannons, tanks, submarines, airplanes, toilettes, you name it. If you want to see lots of WWII cool stuff, keep on reading.

As I said, I took my car and drove all day to Mont Saint Michel. After nine hours I set camp and walked the 3 miles that separate the camping from this unique island. I have been to many medieval bastides, cities, fortresses, chateaux, castles… not only in France, but in Spain (If you care for Unesco Heritage, Spain is your destiny), in Italy, Germany… Mont Saint Michel clearly stands out because of its approach. Many people go there and back by bus, car… Huge mistake… Continue Reading

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Chapter 23: 1st lone travel (II) – war

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Ever Forward – a Omaha Beach memorial from the surviving veterans and families to those who fell (click image to see complete, click here to see FDR quoted version).

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War

There is a reason I went to Normandy in this my first lone travel. War. I wanted to be able to take the time, to immerse myself in history without having to worry about boring anybody by my side. I wanted to pay homage to all those kids that lay down their lives so we could live in a better world. Few wars are as easy to understand and chose sides as WWII. Not many shades of grey. And those kids did die to give us a better world. So I thought I would go there, take my time and pay my respects. Thus, after that first night by Mont Saint Michel, I packed and moved base camp  to Bayeux.

There are many ways to revisit history. You can be interested about strategy, equipment, numbers, armament, terrain… We live in a world that was for the last time reshaped  as a result of two terrible World Wars, being the second a more or less direct consequence of the first. These wars have, no matter how we might ignore them,shaped our daily lives, and are one of the keys to understanding our world as it is. These wars are also part of our culture, of our collective imaginary from early childhood. Most of us have grown up whistling the tune on “The Bridge on the River Kwai” or “The Great Escape”, Darth Vader wears a helmet of unquestionable inspiration (will not use the n word), and the only things a kid can kill on his PlayStation without worrying his parents are zombies and WWII German soldiers.

As any other kid, I loved war movies, there were lots of them, they had tons of action, the good guys always won and the bad guys were always easily recognizable. You would see dogfights, tanks, machine-guns, destroyers, submarines… lots of huge war machines. Soldiers were always grown up men who, when shot, more than dying just got too tired to keep on living, spared a moment to make some profound reflection and then slept forever. War was amazing and fascinating, but also orderly, clean, proper. So cool…

US Paratrooper helmet signed by some of the men that jumped over Normandy on D-Day, just before dawn (click to enlarge).

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