Reluctant Traveler

Most of the time I call myself a reluctant American, but at this moment I am a reluctant traveler. I don’t want to leave my alpine village; I don’t want to speak English all day! As fantastic as London sounds it’s tarnished by the goodbyes I’ve had to say today, it’s jaded by the difficult month ahead of me in the States. Parting is such sweet sorrow…I don’t think that’s true, there is nothing sweet in the sorrow I feel leaving these people. This place I know I’ll return to and I know when I’ll return but I don’t know when I’ll see many of these faces again. This morning was such a whirlwind: all of the campisti leaving, 4 campolovoro leaving, everyone crying, bus schedules to read, trying to find out who was going where, I’m glad it’s over and I’m quietly sitting in the airport. Now just to traverse the English train system and I can attempt to enjoy London. It will be so exciting to see Nic again, fill each other in on all of the events in each other’s lives, what’s happened at Agape, and just as importantly eat some good Indian food.