Thinking It Through

I don't know why I am going.

I understand part of it, it's a desire to be noble, to keep promises to myself and others. Maybe holy is too high a word, I don't completely understand the concept. But a Sufjan Stevens concert under the shadow of the Eiffel Tower is as good a reason as any.

I'm not sure I need a reason, if I do I don't know what it is. Is it too much to expect change for the better merely by travelling? Can I expect a slight of clarity on the roads and rails of Europe?

Have you got your visa, vacinnations, virginity?

Now it's a wait for 26 hours of waiting and then Rome. Rome by Wednesday morning. Without a zack of Italian, a girl left behind wondering what I'm up to and nothing on my mind.

Last Minute Fumbling

money, travellers cheques, a book to read for 26 hours, shave so they don't take you for a fat and incompetent terrorist, smile, rattle with nerves, update your iPod so there's at least one Australian accent with you (not Pete Murray), giggle unexpectedly, kiss your mother, shake your father's hand.

The motel is booked and Sufjan Stevens plays Paris on Saturday - just might duck over, say gidday.

Beginnings

Yesterday, I asked myself a simple, elegant question.

Why not go to Rome?

I could not answer it so bought a ticket to Rome, I leave Tuesday.