23/04/2025
"No man is an island".
This morning, on the balcony of my hotel on the island of Stromboli, Italy. It came to mind - I love islands. not just love them, I feel at home on them. Maybe from a previous incarnation, maybe from childhood, when I decided that of all the beautiful countries I traveled to as a child with my parents, Scotland was my favorite. The green pastures abruptly interrupted by a white cliff whose feet ended in the sea must have planted in me some kind of experience that sends me sailing again and again, on every trip I take.
Last night, in front of the ash beaches and the basalt rocks kissing the Tiranian Sea like a cheeky Italian lover.
And this morning on the shore of this volcano island I felt
(again) at home.
No Man is an Island but me.
Photos from last trips:
(top left & clockwise)
Hydra - Seronic Islands, Aegean Sea (Greece)
Seals on a beach near Ameland - Frisian Islands, North Sea (The Netherlands)
Stromboli - Aeolian Islands (Italy)
A lake island in Lapland (Finland)
In the center - one of thousands islands in Hallong Bay, South China Sea (Vietnam)
