Once, when I was younger, I wrote a school essay on free will versus determinism. I won’t bore you with the detail but the basic concept is this: None of us ever make a truly free choice. It proposes the theory that all our life decisions are in fact a result of our experiences thus far.
What struck me most about this country was the compulsion I always felt to visit the big sights. Rome’s Pantheon, Venice’s St Marc’s Square and Florence’s Duomo to name a fantastic few.
On August 24th 79AD Vesuvius erupted. Pompeii, which by then had been an established town for well over 600 years, bore the full force of not lava, but pyroclastic flows.
Whenever I tried to write about Sorrento, my head filled with lemons. The symbiotic relationship that the Italian seaside town has with the citrus fruit is my overwhelming memory of four days in the region.
“The epiphany was served cold with that final smiley-faced cappuccino. A little teaser of a true connection; A touch of local life during my short visit.”