Levanto. Revisited.

I am back in Levanto (on the sea and down the mountain from Sandro's casa in Bardellone).

I hope to be brief as this internet point is very expensive.

I finally met some friends my own age in my last couple of days in Genova. We played music and drank beer. I am surprised by how much I miss the company of young people.

I find myself losing patience with Sandro. There are certain things that he does that irk me. I have yet to decide whether I am seeing what is to be seen or making things up in my head. It is probably both. As the novelty of living, working, eating, and learning together wears off, language barriers and general misunderstandings can create uncomfortable situations.

I can envision returning here for a short time after Paris, but I think I have had enough of this place for now. A part of me wants to stay to figure out what it is that is making me want to leave and then resolve it, but I think this to be quasi impossible. I know any problem I have is within me and without me and my responsibility. I am doing fine, but I find myself often irritable and unwelcoming. I don't like this in me. I want to leave.

On Monday, Sandro and I are going to Tuscany to stay with a self sustaining community in the mountains. I think I will remain there until I depart for Paris. I am not positive about this, but presently I feel it is right. There are young people there who are living off the land. I think I will like it and I think it will be good for me.

The people in the mountains call themselves the Elfi. They have named the areas of their community after places in The Lord of the Rings. I am sure I will know more about it in the coming days.

Wish me luck. This time in my travels is kind of difficult: just over three weeks away from home and two weeks without english-speaking companionship. I think there will be both english speakers and, certainly, italian speakers within the Elfi. I will be able to communicate while continuing my studies. I think this is right for me.

Baci é abbraci.