I love to travel. Each year Camillo and I take at least one major trip. By major, I mean outside of the country in which we live and to a city where we have never been before. To a city where we have never been before usually means where I have never been before. Camillo, who has traveled so far in his life, has usually been to the new city and is eager to re-visit, to show me his favorite places, from restaurants to hill-top views.
Our trip this year will be to Turin (Torino) Italy. Nestled in the area of Piemonte, to the north and west of Milan. Torino has, of course, castles, churches, food, wine and mountain views. Camillo lived in this area briefly as a child (70 years ago) and spent time as a young soldier on a base right after WWII. The primary objective of this visit is to spend four days in Alba, to the north and east of Torino, enjoying the Tartuffe Festival. I am loosing 5 pound as my part of the plan for this trip. If I start 5 pounds down I won’t once say…. “I can’t eat that.” Camillo has made a complex spreadsheet as his part of the plan.
Sometimes it is hard for me to believe how well we travel together. Camillo’s idea of a trip is getting there, arriving, and my focus is often the journey. His spreadsheet has all the information as he sees as ‘the trip’. Plane take off and landing times, train schedules, ticket costs, hotel names and reservation information when available. He has also listed the particular sites he wants to show me, and any restaurants or even special dishes of the area he wants me to try. As you can tell he has spent many hours making the plan.
My (other) part of the plan is to make suggestions like, “once in Italy, let’s travel solely by train and bus, lets spend some days in Milan, will we be close enough to the Alps to take a train ride up a mountain pass (?), can we stop to visit Wendy?” And to accommodate me, he builds my vision of the trip into his vision of the destination. He only requires of me that I fit 30 days of cloths into one small suitcase, easy to load on and off the trains, and to do that I must make a complex plan, usually in my head, of what I will need to wear in between stops that are long enough to do laundry. But that is part of the journey, right?
So this years plan is to fly from Rio to Lisbon on September 25th and will return Rome – Rio on October 25th. We are flying TAP so we stop in Lisbon anyway and we will use the opportunity to spend 3 days walking in the old city. Then on to Piemonte, Turin, Alba, Milan, Bagno di Lucca, back to Lucca to catch the train to Rome. Once in Rome, there will be a week of short drives with his sister and train rides up into the Umbria area. Maybe this is another trip, another plan, but Camillo is flirting with the idea of a small apartment in an ancient town, on a distant mountain top. This year’s trip not started and our next journey already in the making.