Dreams

I was reading a National Geographic article on Venice before bed, in
Italian. So it probably shouldn't have been such a surprise to dream
about Venice - in Italian. Pretty amazing, though.

The weekend has been going well but my wanderlust is starting to kick in.
I'm headed to the city of Lucca tomorrow, and I'm really looking forward
to it; I spent an afternoon there last year and absolutely loved the place
(even though it snowed while I was there, which hopefully won't happen
this time). It's also only a short train ride from Viareggio, which holds
what I've been told is one of the best Carnevale celebrations outside of
Venice.

So I'm getting nervous again - a new city (actually two new cities) means
new rules, new places, and new quirks to discover. Rome showed me that my
plan was fundamentally sound, Florence taught me not to take things for
granted, and Genova has shown me that playing for locals works well.
Lucca is probably the smallest city that I'll be performing at, and I'm
very curious to see how that affects things.

On a personal note, having been abroad for over a month I've made the
happy realization that, fundamentally, I am searching for something rather
than running from something. I wasn't really sure which way that went,
and was a little nervous about it.

Ciao!