For nearly half a year, I lived in a small Italian Riviera town called San Remo. I went there after my six months in Amsterdam (via a little travel), studied Italian, relaxed, indulged. In fact, I did a whole lot of nothing apart from the language school; it seemed to me that work and an Italian summer were simply incompatible.
There's a great Cat Empire song, the chorus of which rang in my head on this day... "nothing, oh sweet nothing... today we're doing nothing at all"... and I did.
I just recently gotten back from a short jaunt over to fair London town for a gig, and had returned home to my quiet, peaceful, dusty old apartment overlooking the Mediterranean and been treated to a day of summer storms.
I lay in bed, finished one book, read almost all of another one. The rain was monumental. San Remo is trapped between the sea and the Ligurian Mountains, and the storms there are something I will never forget, and always appreciated.
It used to be that I felt bad about doing nothing for a whole day. Being a recovering over-achiever, it used to be that guilt would kick in and I would force myself to do something. Not anymore.
Hehe... it occurs to me that 'nothing' doesn't make for a particularly interesting blog topic, but damn it was a lovely day.
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