How appropriate is this? Tonight, my very last night, there is a TV special – a documentary on the “maremoto” – the tsunami. We can’t tear our eyes away. I am reliving the hours after the earthquake, as we listened to the radio in the dark, then watched, as the waves swept in, wiping out lives as people knew them, in seconds.
This experience has been life-changing, in so many ways. I am reminded every moment of how precious each breath is. I leave this country with the memory of my own potential death seared into my brain, and the real deaths of others heavy on my heart.
How ironic is it, that each time I have actually put down roots here, I have had a searing, life-changing experience?
Tomorrow night the plane leaves. My soul stays here, in this land of ancients, magic, wine, and the most active earthquake zone on the planet.