Posts tagged Italy
Searching for Something Heavenly

It isn't so often that you are left in awe. True awe, so otherworldly that your lack of words is a noticeable weight upon you. Last night happened to be one of those nights.

As we are traveling through Venice, Italy, a friend of mine and I picked up tickets to see Antonio Vivaldi's "Le Quattro Stagioni" (Four Seasons) performed in the prestigious Ateneo di San Basso in San Marco square. It was one of those rare cultural experiences where every detail falls together to construct a perfect memory. After sipping on a light, white wine at a small, river-front restaurant, we walked briskly to the concert hall to the staccato rhythm of a fairly heavy rain. Despite our sopping wet appearance, we managed to throw on a tie and a coat and look halfway presentable; at least comparable with the other soggy audience members.

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God said, "Watch This" -- of rain, darkness and pleasant surprises

We hop off the train and are immediately greeted by rows of images of smiling cartoon animals encouraging you to come visit Gardaland for only sixteen euro! It had been raining all day - ever since we woke up to rain drops pitter-pattering on the tops of our hammocks in Cinque Terre. Being hundreds of miles away in a completely different city apparently doesn't phase the Italian rain. I snug my rain jacket around me and secure the straps on my Osprey travel pack before we perform a routine scan of the station to find a bus ticket kiosk. After securing a few cheap bus tickets we spend the next hour and twenty minutes with our noses plastered to the window pane; breathtaking mountains rise out of the massive lake, completely flat on the sides as if God had taken a heavenly razor blade and cut a valley for the lake out of the solid rock.

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The Keyhole of Rome -- the enchantment of "just enough"

It was no larger than my thumb nail.
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ut to look through the keyhole was looking through a portal into another world.

Trees lined the gravel pathway. Straight... proud...
Acting as blinders on a horse, they concealed everything from view except that which was directly ahead. At the end of the evergreen window, I could see a dome in the distance, towering above the rooftops of the sea of stucco buildings it sat among. The sun glinted off the spire, sending a blinding beam of light through the keyhole.

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Collecting Experiences; Not Possessions

Driven by inspiration from Joshua Becker at "Becoming Minimalist" and Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus at "The Minimalists", I began to realize how much stock was put into material possessions but how little value we actually derive from them. Sure, we have to have some things to live comfortably and some things we have simply as a convenience - I'm not advocating poverty - but the psychological state of mind that drives us to collect things (materialism) at the cost of living is becoming more rampant.

What if, instead of collecting things, we collected experiences?

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God Bless Feisty Italians

Everything they say about feisty Italians is true.

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We arrive in Salerno after a 9-Hour train ride with the intentions of finding a nice beach-side campsite for the evening. Upon consulting Mr. Google and finding out that the city along the Amalfi Coast that we wanted to visit was Sorrento not Salerno, we hasten to find a route to make it there tonight. Meanwhile, a pregnant, homeless lady asks us for our half-empty Coca-Colas, but that's another story.

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10 Countries, 2 Months, 2 Guys

Hi Friends!

I have some exciting news that will hopefully bloom into something big for this newsletter! My friend, Micah, and I are backpacking across 10 countries in Europe over the next 2 months.

While this trip will be a wonderful adventure in and of itself, I'm really looking forward to the byproduct. We discussed our expectations and have come up with some fairly heavy goals. Many of these goals are philosophical or spiritual in nature which means a lot of deep conversations are to come.

I want to get y'all in on it!

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