There is a general misconception that I have had to deal with since before this journey began. People understand what traveling is but they don’t understand the traveling that Ringo, Alice and I are engaged in. When we first started discussing the possibility of pulling up roots upon our retirement, people we spoke to, both friends and family as well as strangers, understood the concept. Sort of. “But where are you going to keep all your stuff?”. “When are you coming back?”. “Why don’t you just go to Florida?”
Once we made our move and established ourselves in Sicily, my Sicilian family, and friends we made living there, were confused when we announced that we were moving to France. “But don’t you like Sicily?” , “You’re not going to know anybody in France?”. “I am sure you will come back to Sicily”. And now that we are in Brittany and are in the process of moving to another part of France, the people here are asking the same questions. “Don’t you like Brittany?”. “I’m sure you will come back to Brittany soon”.
So to put it as clearly as I can, we are not looking for a place to grow old, rot and die. We are not carrying our “roots” looking for a place to transplant them. The purpose for what we are doing is to experience how other people live in their home environments. We have made ourselves into Gypsies. Albeit European Gypsies for reasons to be explained in future posts.
I am new to this posting process and I am finding it rather confusing since all the “simple” instructions are written by experts who forgot that at one time they were not experts. Thus my posts will be slow to start up and will look amateurish for a while. But I will get up to speed. Eventually. This blog will be more or less random, non-linear posts about our experiences, our reactions, food, wine, travel and people. And my photography. I will try to not get into politics but an occasional political comment may escape my censors.