That’s Some Quality Leather Goods

I am sitting in Florence at a gorgeous little bar drinking a glass of prosecco.  My travel companion has gone up to our room for a quick before dinner nap.

Harry Connick Jr. plays gently in the background and as I nibble at the plate of peanuts that has been placed in front of me while sitting in a lemon-butter colored, re-upholstered Louis XIV chair, I’m not thinking about the museums we’ll be visiting or the tiny alleyways we’ll be walking down tomorrow.

I’m thinking about Mauritius.

Today is Mauritius’ Independence Day and I find myself still thinking that my place is still on the island.  In the breakfast room each morning, other travelers ask where I’m coming from and I don’t really know how to respond. 

I say I’m from Minnesota, but that I’ve been living in Mauritius and have just moved to France while on this current journey to Italy.  It’s not a one word answer and after I blurt it all out, I quietly think to myself, “oh, shit.  Have I really become one of THOSE people?  errr….oh, shit, indeed.”

My ‘place’ is currently up in the air.  It feels like it’s been stretched.  I no longer live in Mauritius and I don’t really feel like I live in my new country, yet.

A part of my soul is still sitting there on the island on my verandah, sweating away in the sweltering heat while watching the palm trees sway.

But, I’m in Italy and I technically live in France, but I’m still an American.

Perhaps, I should volunteer to go live aboard the space station because at this point in my life, anywhere I place my toothbrush in the morning, is my ‘home’ for the evening.

It’s a good thing I’m currently travelling with a wonderful friend of mine from Chicago.  I fear if I didn’t have some sort of cultural anchor, I would just drift up off the ground and float away. 

I visited Italy over 17 years ago and as I type this, I realize that I am wearing the leather belt I bought in Florence while I was a college student traveling around Europe as part of my ‘Study Abroad’ program.

I never would have imagined that my truly awesome belt (come on now, that’s some quality leather craftsmanship) and I would make our way back to this fabulous city.

But, here we are.  And here I sit.  In Florence surrounded by beautiful splendor, drinking and eating things that seem to have fallen directly from heaven, while thinking about a tiny little island in the Indian Ocean.

Happy Independence Day, Mauritius.  Here are some Mauritians’ thoughts and words about Independence Day:

UoM Fete Nationale 2010

Mauritians by Luck

Mauritius Independence Day

12 March – Happy Independence Day Mauritius 

Mauritius:  12 March 1968 to 12 March 2010 

Sweet is The Napolitaine!

Mauritian Colors in Logos

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About Minnesota Pilgrim

A GenX Xpat who moved from Minnesota to Mauritius to France with her Frenchman lover. Multiple cultures, total bedlam, absolute bliss.
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2 Responses to That’s Some Quality Leather Goods

  1. thanks to post my link on your blog. Mauritius is celebrating its 42nd anniversary for independence.

  2. Katie says:

    I am sorry that we didn’t get to meet while you were still here in Mauritius, but I hope that you have lots of luck on your new journey and that you enjoy your new homeland as much as you enjoyed your little island floating about in the ocean…

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