Where, what, when?
Riviera to Lisbon - St Emilion - Girona
Avignon - Levanto - Rome
Oosterdam to Venice
How will we decide, when it comes down to it, where to go? Where to spend a week or so — to pretend, in our own mind at least, to be a native? Every day enjoying, in other words, the indoors of that comfy, unfamiliar apartment as well as its neighborhood, where people (our people for the week) go about their daily routines. And we ask, are those everyday folks likely to be open about their lives, and the larger question: are we going to charm them into becoming friends for those days?
One thing that narrows the field of possible destinations, for me, is the population factor — or maybe its inverse. I am unlikely ever to develop a taste for masses of city folk. It seems much, um, homier to become part of a small town for awhile. One might find less distrust among citizens who are less crowded and harried than big-city people — and for that reason have more patience to spend some time savoring daily moments. With us.
revealing question, then ... is this a place we somehow love the idea of living in the middle of, for awhile? We are quite sure we will. Love it.
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