Quickly, I am putting all my things together this morning, I could not bare thinking about leaving last night…the train leaves Pietrasanta at 8am.
I just about manage to fill the last bits of space in my bag with freshly baked pizza for my family.
Ticket from the tobacco shop, I am nervous and don’t manage to ask for it in Italian.
The person in front is the priest who closed with a friendly smile the duomo on the day I arrived.
Closure…and yet it feels like leaving home.
There is something here that has slipped under my skin, others said the same….’this place grows on you’.
I think from what I can make out so far, it is the history of sculpture making that has lived here since roman times, a network of everything sculpture…from material to highly skilled artisanos to sculptors from all over the world travelling here, living here, working here. I can imagine being myself here and having the framework needed to realise ambitious work.
I am rushing to not feel to upset which works well until I sit down on the train and put my headphones on.
In a cloud of music and overtired sadness I walk on the plane.
Bristol arrives under us in no time.
I will be back.
Of the how and when I am not sure yet.