Family

This is where I take a moment to reflect on our experience of Vasto.

I am not sure why I have such a itching desire to see where my family came from. I wonder where I will stop. I don't think i'm ready to take a genetic test and walk the path back to Africa but I am really riveted by the people who wandered out on pilgrimages to unseen lands. I think the world sees California as a land of prospectors and to a certain extent we are. Being in Vasto I kept wondering who my Great grandfather was and why he got on a boat to go to America with his brother, sight unseen. There are the obvious reasons why people move, but then there is the unquantifiable part that separates those that leave from those that stay. Somehow I can relate to this man i've never meet. Maybe we share a gene that seeks to look for more than just the mundane in life. Josh will wake me up in the morning and ask how my "almost mid-life crisis" is going. I have to say it is going really well. One evening we walked into one of the old piazzas in Vasto and found a man putting on a small puppet show, hand made marionettes and the whole bit. The last act was a story where the "old man" puppet had two apples in front of him and the puppeteer asked him to choose an apple. While the old man stood hesitating a calendar behind him changed though years and decades. In the end all you heard was a slow train moving, then and the indecisive old man's chest opened up and he flew over the crowd and into the after life. Even the kids were awestruck. Somehow this kids puppet show seemed validating of our voyage into the unknown. I don't feel like I have figured out the meaning to life but I do think I share some genetics that enabled me to at least pick an apple and go. It is a funny thing to start to see family as a whole entity. I will post some pictures below...