After almost three weeks of sunny days starting in Marseille, France, one begins to believe that they will never end. On arriving last Wednesday in Trieste at 22:00 from Lugano, our illusions were chastened. We got off the local bus at our stop in a torrential thunderstorm; streets were rivers, and wind whipped umbrellas. After two days of taking it easy, we decided to adventure out to Muggia, a small city east along the coast from Trieste. We used our raincoats, at one point, walking in storm with thunder and lightning. Then, the sun would come out, we had cappuccino and latte macchiato, and dried off.
This is a good metaphor for the journey. A few days ago we had a little adventure seeking out a dentist. The two suggestions we had were either on vacation or distant, complicated journeys. On purchasing an oral analgesic at a apothecary, we asked in our Italian-English mix if they had a suggestion for a dental clinic. Kindly, they went about arranging an immediate appointment.
This reminds me of the film we watched on Condor airlines from Minneapolis to Frankfurt, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It was fitting for the start of our trip. My takeaway is: “Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not yet the end. “
I am not big on pictures of holy places. One can be cathedral’ed out in Europe. The central one in Muggia was simple with clear lines of architecture, unusual for a 750 year old structure. Even on this cloudy day it felt light and airy. Some of the great structures of France and the Baltics have a damp oppressive feeling.
I conclude this post with another panorama of Trieste, showing the working port and industrial area.