Sometimes traveling, like life at home, doesn’t proceed quite as smoothly as one would like. In fact, things happen.
For example, one time we wanted to take a day trip from Capri from Sorrento. We boarded the only boat at the dock, at the right time; just to be certo, I flashed a smile and said “A Capri, si?” The boatman waiting there took my ticket, nodded, and said, “Si, si,” and then continued his conversation with his buddies.
Maybe ten minutes into the ride, it was obvious that we were heading north, toward Naples, rather than west to the island. Ha! We could have rerouted once we docked, which would have meant that we would wait for the next Capri-bound vessel, and only have an hour or so there. Instead, we spent the day visiting parts of Naples that we hadn’t been able to see when we were there a few days previously.
Our trawling the streets took us to this great pizza place (it was Bill Clinton’s favorite, according to a framed note on the wall); these men are cooking OUR pizza in the wood oven!
We wandered past Italy’s first shopping mall; impressive.
And this little trio of smiling faces.
That extra day in Naples went pretty well, all in all.
But there have been times while traveling, like in life, when we were exhausted, scared, and ready to cash it all in. During a journey, that means you just want to go home. But dealing with troubles at home means that there’s nowhere else to go, issues can escalate where they seem almost insurmountable, bothersome stuff and irritating people pop up and one has nothing to do but to deal with them….
This week, several people I know and care about had, cumulatively, shall we say, not that great of a week. When I saw this quote by Walt Whitman today, I thought about how situations of fatigue and exasperation, fear and frustration take their toll, even on those with strong personalities, broad skill-sets, and deep convictions.
Maybe you’re journeying and you happen to be on the right boat right now. But if you’re mightily struggling, at home or away, against troubles large and seemingly unmanageable, interacting with others who seem to trigger pettiness or the lesser of your coping skills — I ask that you consider the poet’s advice. I hope you find the courage you need to eliminate or at least detour around those roadblocks.
See, this post started as a lighthearted, oh “make the best of things” kind of missive, but it evolved into something more dense, and hopefully more valuable than just a recounting of one of our journeys. For like it or not, we *do* all travel in this life together.
Whatever support we can provide each other, let us offer it, wholeheartedly.