Fourteen-Month Illustration of a Thirteen-Year Hiatus

A few weeks ago when I was leaving the Rome airport, the agent at passport control didn’t bother looking at my ticket.  He just slid it, along with my passport, back under the glass and asked, “Dove andiamo?  Andiamo in vacanza?”  Where are we going?  Are we going on vacation?  I tried not to but I think I sighed audibly, not at all keen on trying to fit the saga of how I’ve spent the last four months of my life living out of a suitcase into one, quick sentence.  If he had opened my passport … [Read more...]