There is a Moses in my mind, tending to a flock of idle thoughts, who is surprised by a majestic voice from within a burning synapse. "Call your travel agent," the voice commands. "You must lead your luggage into the promised vacation."
Suffice it to say, the ten bucket list destinations are carved in stone tablets of gray matter. Top of the list is northwestern Sicily, which although unreachable by floating down the river in a basket doesn't require parting any red seas to get there. I can simply book a seat on ITA Airways, the new Alitalia.
Apparently, the Moses in my mind is done with working for Pharaoh every day and who can blame him? After all, over the years, the daily grind has changed from a challenging eight hours of productive activity to an interminable fog of superficial burdens; specialist knowledge and consummate artistry become merely the installation of an app and a series of point and clicks on a computer screen.
Other prophets I know are already retired and living off manna from their many investments. Alas, I'm not sure this Moses has got enough stashed away his Ark of the Covenant to give Pharaoh the finger just yet but his knuckle is slowly unfolding. Meanwhile, he has the consolation of pontificating to the juniors about the good old days while downloading street maps of Palermo
Palermo and NW? why not south and Montalbano country?
https://www.theworldofsicily.com/en/trip-ideas/the-locations-of-inspector-montalbano/
Unfolding knuckle is commendable, in this economy. Mine are tightening instead...but I'm no Moses.
Posted by: Tatyana | June 01, 2024 at 11:19
Much as I enjoy Montalbano, I've never been to Palermo and feel it's an oversight that needs to be corrected.
Posted by: stephenesque | June 02, 2024 at 08:58