Well, let's begin.
Sergei Dovlatov wrote in short sentences. I don't know why.
I will do the same. Reason: English is not my language but that of the world.
The story starts here: one day I bought a suitcase with wheels ... and I start to travel and meet "worlds".
The idea is interesting by itself.
Previously I had traveled enough to feel that I have an adventurous soul.
Yes, I can always make a bag in 5 minutes ... Memory is what I need. Sometimes, as required by the importance of the journey, I need the time required for management. Example: immunizations, visas, invitations ... A waste of time for those who want to leave immediately.
As is my case.
Some may wonder: What does a girl like you in a place like this?
One day, life took what I loved most. And when they asked me what profession I wanted, I never found an answer. I used to tell myself: I want to be a wanderer, I want to move all the places in this world.
But who cares?
There is no real economic benefit.
I thought it would be no one in this world.
And accept it. I am nobody but I'm happy.
I have met along the way small lights that have illuminated my life. Stars in the universe.
There are hearts that sigh when I get home. I like to know I can go back to a home known.
In the early months of 2010 I traveled a lot by train. And bike. In February, I had left my driver's license for motor vehicles. To me it was a complicated situation.
We must accept the penalties. And with that you can get something positive out of the conviction. I think so.
I knew what I wanted. All that remained was to find it. On March 23, finally bought the suitcase that I would go to see the world.
It was the beginning ... of a continuation.
In the shops of the season she was. Just as I had imagined. Green and black. And the wheels would make my luggage lighter.
I went home very happy with my purchase. Find what you're looking for is sometimes a miracle. We must persist in searching for what we imagine ... what we want.
Two days later I started to ride a ferry to Porto Torres in Sardinia. The cruise company announced an offer to travel in "armchair" for 20 € ticket.
Since a few weeks before I knew the possibility of traveling by sea with little money.
Sardinia and Sicily.
If you give me to choose a means of public transport, I'll tell you: boat
Naples and Pompeii. Messina Strait. Etna and Vesuvius. Taormina and Palermo. Catania Cefalù.
The journey begins when you load your luggage.
The ferry ride was at night. I could sleep on a comfortable sofa in the bar. That was the price I had paid. The most economical. Almost always do the same. This allows me to visit three places instead of one.
Here is my discovery: I could move from one place to another without following any rules of play. Bind a tour with another.
There are places I've been I have not had time to visit. The connection to another destination was my goal ...
The view from the boat is all blue. The waves ripple the look of my eyes. There is peace.
The two kilometers from the port from Porto Torres to the bus station I did walking.
There is a railway line that is deprecated.
The bus reaches Sassari. There needs to be changed to go to Cagliari to take the ferry to Palermo. Sardinia bus crossing without seeing a single beach. What a pity!
Second night on board. What surprised me most of the trip was an elderly couple sleeping on the floor of the room "poltronas" in his inflatable mattress.
Me and an obese woman we tried to sleep in the uncomfortable seats. In the end I put my coat on the floor and slept in a corner near the luggage. When I awoke the obese woman was squirming in his seat. I went to take my coffee with milk. I went on deck to savor and smoke my first cigarette. In the distance began to appear the Sicilian coast. Cape San Vito began to be distinguished clearly. The first light of dawn crashed against the cliffs and the sea returned navy blue.
Palermo's port is at the heart of the city. So after two days and two nights non-stop traveling I decided to stretch our legs and walk the streets of the city following my basic instinct as the Lonely Planet guide me on loan taken from the public library in Barcelona.