Our approach into Bulawayo in Matabeleland, Zimbabwe
I was born in this country, and lived here for a quarter of a century … yet, because our focus was our farm many miles away to the north, its second city is new to me.
Below are acres of wet, green trees. Bulawayo’s drought has broken.
The Bay of Naples, Italy
Experience, memory and time frame our lives. We exist together and are shaped by them but are unable to catch hold of any one of them … we’re like flotsam on a storm sea.
I look back at my life and know its chapters have changed me, that each has altered the book of me they belong to. Now there’s a new chapter to add – Naples.
Coming in to land at Harare International Airport in Zimbabwe
We fly in to the land where I was born and raised. She is green from the recent rains and dusted with small white clouds.
I have not been back for fourteen years.
Statue in the square that overlooks the old cave houses in Matera, in Basilicata in Italy
Our three days of travel are almost up. We have one day left and one last place to see.
We leave the coast near Puglia and, with global positioning satellite technology as our guide, travel alien-style towards some of the oldest homes on earth – the cave dwellings (sassi) of Matera.