“Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So, throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― Mark Twain

We’ve all seen the movies. A woman, euphemistically of a certain age, decides to make a change, have an adventure, or finally check a challenge off her long-held to-do list. Although she’s no longer in full bloom, enough petals remain to make her interesting. She carefully packs her bags, gives her cat to the neighbors, and heads out the door to make it happen. She arrives at her destination full of wonder and excitement mixed with some trepidation. The camera pans out as we watch her appreciating the local sights and sounds. The sidewalks glisten from the remnants of a soft rain as she walks along the river… there’s always a river…undeterred.  With a crumpled map tucked into her purse, she ventures down curious alleys and picturesque side streets, smiling at the sheer joy of her freedom and discoveries. Inevitably, before we’ve even eaten half of our popcorn, she finds herself enjoying a cup of tea in a small sidewalk cafe, on a bench overlooking the ocean, or selecting a book from a quaint corner shop when quite unexpectantly…except to those who know the genre…she encounters a handsome gentleman. Suddenly, the plot twists, and the story continues in a new direction with an additional player. There’s modulation in the soundtrack and…ya da, ya da, ya da…the part that all romantics have been waiting for. Well…you know how it goes.

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On my grand adventure last spring, I wasn’t expecting it, but just like in the movies, I met a handsome Italian man. I was checking into my hotel in Sorrento when he approached me at the counter. His face was framed by a tidy, neatly trimmed, dark brown beard, and his eyes were like deep pools inviting you to dive in and swim about. His broad smile was infectious and not easily ignored. I was immediately taken by his warmth, humor, and pleasant laugh, but it was his kindness and giving nature that really won me over. Ya da, ya da, ya da…but I’m getting ahead of myself.

My husband, Dave, and I often led parallel lives, but we both loved to travel and were great traveling companions. We did that part of our lives together very well. I’d make the plans, and he’d drive on the high, scary roads. It was a comfortable partnership, and we had many grand adventures. When he died, I wondered how I would ever be able to travel again without him. I had some glorious times with my family and friends, but I couldn’t depend on them to make things happen. They had their own lives and their own spouses; I’d have to figure out how to do it on my own. So, I began scouring travel websites and investigating solo travel via river cruises or land tours.

During the annual meeting with my financial advisor, I lamented the high cost of the single supplement, that is, the additional cost incurred by those traveling alone.”You won’t believe the amount that is added above and beyond the base price! It’s bad enough that I’m going without a partner or friend; should I have to pay more, too?” I complained.

“You have the money,” he replied. “Just pay it and go. Just go!”

Not long after that exchange, one of my friends presented a program in the women’s group at church about her recent trip to Tasmania, Australia, and New Zealand. I have never been a fan of organized trips involving travel by bus, especially those where you have to put your bags outside the door every morning by 6:00 a.m.

“Oh, if you travel with this company,” she said, “you’ll always have two or three days in one location, and we didn’t always travel by bus. We also went by train and boat, and once,” she added with a smile, “we even went by elephant.”

“Yes,” I nodded with interest, “but I hate to pay that single supplement.”

“There is no single supplement,” she declared.

With my major obstacles flung aside, the road to adventure lay directly before me. It was time to investigate with intention. Remarkably, the company my friend suggested was the same one I had used with great success for river cruises. I’d never looked at the land options, but I really liked the company…so…the search began in earnest. Before long, I had narrowed my options down to two: The Amalfi Coast & Tuscany or Romantic Villages of Alpine Europe. I’d never had a strong desire to go to Italy, but that two-week itinerary only required one move; seven days in Sorrento and seven days in Montecatini. That was really appealing, but The Alps! How could I resist Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, the Mountains, and Heidi?

As I was agonizing over which to choose, I noticed a suggestion in the small print. Instead of choosing between the two, why not book both of them back-to-back? I’d save money by omitting the cost of an overseas flight, I’d save the wear and tear on my body by excluding that flight, and it would be better for the planet. Sounded like a win-win. OK. I’d do it. I plunked my money down…and then…waited several months for my departure date.

Anticipation and anxiety both filled my thoughts as I awaited my flight. Planning two consecutive trips required a connection. The idea that I’d have to make the connection on my own never even occurred to me. To say I was concerned was an understatement. I was terrified. Cars and airports I can handle with ease; train stations are another story. My tiny city has one platform and one train. The train goes south in the morning and north in the evening. Making this transition meant I was going to have to change trains while shlepping my bags in one of the largest, busiest train stations in the world. I worried about it a lot, but I would have time to figure it out…I hoped! Travel always involves challenges, adventures, risks, and, almost by definition, stepping out of your comfort zone, but that’s why we do it. Apprehensive or not, with one foot in front of the other, I wasn’t going to miss my chance…I was doing it!

And so, after a connection in Frankfort—the worst airport experience ever, including Moscow—a rather alarming aborted landing in Naples that took us over Mt. Vesuvius—and as the solo passenger in a car driven by a young man who spoke no English but insisted on playing Rap music the entire way—I never quite understood that—I arrived at my lodging for the next week in Sorrento and that aforementioned check-in desk.

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Another key change and a slight change in tempo… ya da, ya da, ya da…the intriguing new man introduces her to all the sights of the city. Sienna, Florence, Amalfi. He suggests tucked-away restaurants where she discovers the best wine, cheese, and pasta. He shows her amazing vistas and stunning views and explains the history and significance of things she may have missed. He listens intently to her questions, stories, and concerns. In his presence, she feels at home, comfortable, and confident.

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Immediately upon meeting Frankie, I was smitten, but I was not alone. All of my traveling companions… soon-to-be friends…were equally taken with him. You see, Frankie was our program director…our tour guide. The funny thing about tour guides is that they are paid to be nice, answer questions, show you the ropes, and keep things moving. Sincerity, kindness, patience, and caring, however, can’t be bought at any price. These just came naturally to Frankie. He set the tone for us and our time in Italy. Brought together by fate, we rapidly became a friendly, cohesive group. The universe conspired to create the perfect cohort, bringing together just the right people at just the right time. It was magical.

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“Kindness is not what you do, but who you are.”― Cory Booker

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If I were writing a travel blog, I’d include details of where we went and what we did, but the takeaway from this story is how I was changed by this adventure and the wonderful man who shepherded me through it. With his encouragement, I took steps with the group…and…more importantly, on my own…that were outside my comfort zone. I found kind people everywhere and learned that, at times, I was one of them, too. I became more confident with my own decisions about what I wanted to do, what I could do, and what I knew I didn’t want to do. I didn’t always do what was expected. Instead, Frankie gave me the tools and encouragement to choose to do what worked best for me. Using his cell phone, Frankie even accompanied me step-by-step as I navigated the train stations in Florence and Milan. “You can do it. Don’t worry. I’ll help.” And…indeed…I did do it.

Our entire group could not sing his praises loud enough. We all had a wonderful experience. However, I wasn’t discovering the country as much as I was discovering myself and all the possibilities that remain if I’m willing to grab them.

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“Travel far enough, you meet yourself.”
― David Mitchell

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With our popcorn gone, the movie reaches a bittersweet conclusion. Our heroine is grateful that their paths have crossed for this brief encounter, but she’s well aware that she must return to the life she left behind—don’t forget the cat’s still at the neighbors—and yet, a world of possibilities has been opened to her. She has been forever changed. Smiling, she turns and waves goodbye. The door closes, and he is gone.

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With deep gratitude and much affection, my sweet Italian friend.

You made a difference. You are adored!

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