Jenkins' poems tell it best:
"We were happy here, his conversation fusing with the sound of the waves, with the brush of his broom on the steps
Fading in and out, like the best kind of dream, just behind your eyes,
Just before you blink and it is gone."
Jenkins, like many of us with travel in our veins, eventually interprets what “sense of place” means and how “home” can be just where you are at the moment. Up at the Villa will leave you aware of the importance of noticing, slowing down, seeing and being open to opportunities. Tomorrow, they may be unavailable or you may be moving on to other stops on the road ahead.
“…We are an inauthentic part of it, of something better, simpler,
More pure. At least that’s how it feels. Up at the villa,
We pack our treasures well, hoping to keep the lessons
Safe for the impossibly long journey home.”






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