Sicily
Naples
Rome
Florence
Milan
Paris
Marseille
Switzland
Greece
Britain
Scotland
Egypt
India
Tahiti
Noumea
Caledonia
Guadeloupe
Singapore
Tasmania
The ones I remember fondly are Switzland. My girlfriend and I tried to hitch a ride and no one would stop so we gave up and went back to our accommodation, (it was a long walk back). Egypt for its beauty and history (not its food) and Paris for the man I fell in love with and lost. London where I fell in love (again) with an art teacher. I remember he gave me a box of lemon and rose turkish delight and some fine thin cigars and proposed marriage. LOL.
Donât really remember, but it seems like living out of a suitcase offers the best description. You might call it chasing after a state, temporarily, (maybe overnight) to extended stays not heeding anyone but Henry Miller saying: âOne doesenât need to go to Greece, because California is so much like Greece, itâs uncanny@ well something like it.
Or Peeve Herman saying being in Paris is not much different then eating French fries, again a loosely constructed description.
Post script? Thatâs why the books I need , by necessity to navigate fill that life where if things turn horribly wrong, can serve as the room for the dayâs (ad) venture.
Belgium
Beteguese V
Cambodia
Canary Islands
Cyprus
Dominican Republic.
Egypt
England (lived here most of the time)
France (Dieppe, Paris)
Golgafrinchia III
Greece (Athens, Crete, Rhodes)
Ireland
Italy (Pompeii, Rome)
Laos
Mexico
Morocco
Netherlands
Portugal
Scotland
Spica VI
Thailand
USA (California, New York, Las Vegas, Washington, Washington DC)
Wales
Wolf 365