Interregnum STOPS 7 and 8 | Road to Milan: Destroyed Car + Lost ID + Emotions

Dedicated to Cristina, who positively shocked me after so many years and to Chiara, who has always great words of advice to me. I still don't have relief, but your words were disruptive as well as golden!

What I recently discovered is that specific pics and weird times do not enable a lot of views to the blog. And I believe this post is one of those, as I don't have many pic for today and it's really late.

I woke up early in the morning as I wanted to leave my parents' house at 5:30 AM. A lot of construction works, so you never know how long it can take. Eventually the ride was less than 1hour: obviously driving in Sicily is slightly challenging with cars stopped everywhere (e.g. in front of the exit of the car return) and wrong street signals.

I hope I can see this moon with new eyes one day.

I was pretty happy to rent the car and drove home, but I also destroyed the car a bit, unfortunately. While reaching Argimusco, roads were completely damaged, but being them also completely free with no one, I sped up a bit and smashed the bumpers. Not a big expense, but still I was slightly annoyed when I got the email. But again, learn by experience: I won't speed up again when road conditions do not allow.

As every stop except Fuerteventura, I lost something even here: my Italian ID. Probably I should stop saying #takelifeasitcomes, as it takes a lot of mental energy to stay calm. Looking at the positive, I didn't lose anything more important (yet!). Being lucky, I bumped into the Trenord strike, when arrived in Milan. So had to find alternatives ways to reach Milan.

During the trip, I got the chance to text with Cri. Cri is a coworker of mine, we met years ago in Dublin. On the way of my ayahuasca clarity, I asked her something I still didn't know and she explained it to me. I cannot share more details, but it was tough for me to reach that awareness, I was emotionally destroyed during the whole journey from Milan Malpensa to Milan city. Eventually it was needed, but it was tough, really tough. I felt ashamed for my past and probably for my present again, like an hamster who does not know where to go, smashing him/herself against the cage that is holding him/her.

Having so much free time lets you think a lot, and you wish - with the new enhanced clarity - you can conquer the world and you can solve everything. And you ask for advice to make sure, and all your friends can provide their perspectives, usually different from each other, and you still don't know what's the right path forward to clear your dark soul.

Probably I should have thought about #findingconnections, #makingconnections and #maintainingconnections years ago. Buy you cannot go back.

For the first time ever, I was able to see people in Milan, as I always tend to be lazy in Milan. I started with Leonardo, a friend from Dublin, who lives in Milan during the pandemic. It was a nice, long and talkative lunch over Navigli. Leo still calls me "The President", a nick named developed in Dublin years back, and this makes me feel happy about something socially I built during my 6+ years over there.

After lunch, I met Inno, a friend from university I am still in touch with. He drove me through the city till my final destination, together with Angela, his girlfriend.

Also Angela just started a new hobby, which is fabulous: hand-made infant shoes. Check it out Il Filo di Angy: everything is done by her!