Interesting relationship between sensing and knowing, and how all of this relates to feeling purposeful or lost. I appreciate your reminder that intuition isn't automatic, but is learned -- that it can be keener with use.
I confess to taking one trip, with my wife, to Sardinian to be guests of a lady who was a foreign exchange student, living with my sisters & parents in 1976-77; improving her English & graduating from my High School. While her English landed her the Manager position at the Olbia airport, we flew from Girona, Spain on Ryan Airlines to the northwest corner of Sardinian & our friend drove from the northeast corner, across the Island to get us & take us to our real starting point of Olbia.
Like you, we wanted to check the lay-of-the-land and Graciela and Guido were great hosts. Our highlights over 3 days:
They drove south along the east coast and she took us to a pristine beach, in a cove, where her parents took her family long ago. There was parking for their car, but our descent was about 125M, on a rickety, switch-back, non-governmental stair w/railing. Each step down reminded me that our return would be some-fun. The beach was great, the water was Mediterranean blue.
After our trek back up, they drove us to an Italian Park which has a fresh-water gash in the earth that no one has plumbed for depth. As we approached from a distance, I could see large, golden trout in the cold, blue water. We learned that friendly Canadians, following their time with the people of Sicily, returned and stocked the waters with Canadian trout…that have thrived.
We went farther south by car & looked to the west & saw the ridges you may have visited.
Each morning began with Bonjornos all around at their home and at a cafe, we all had our own preferances.
On another day, we were taken to the Tomb of the giants displaying large stone glyphs. Tombs of Giants - Nuragic Sardinia - Quantum Gaze
I asked for a ruins of a Roman aqueduct and we were taken to one near Olbia
We were taken to La Esmeralda which is a luxury estate for jet-setters, founded by the Aga Khan & also shown his harbor & very long yacht. Those locations were settings for an early James Bond movie in which Roger Moore drove a Lotus underwater.
As we returned to the original airport, we passed a Roman church from the 14th century that was stone, masonry, but nothing fancy, no columns, pretty much a large, roofed, box…out of use.
As I read your account, I thought how you deprived yourself of the coast & beaches and also the deep lake stocked with Canadian trout.
On our final day, our hosts wanted to honor my family for hosting Graciela for a year in America. The day before she departed Sardinia, her mother died. Her dad & siblings held a council and agreed that she should go & my parents were great surrogate parents for a year. We were taken to a mountain top farm and guests of the farmer/restauranteur for a 7 course 2 hour meal in the farmhouse. From windows, we could see the Med. my wife ate too much of the early options, noughe, soup, roasted pig, and selections kept coming finishing with salad, then fruit.
I have to note that Italy has pitched-in and saved many lives of boat-people escaping from Northern Africa, the south tip of Sardinian is due north of Tunis. In these times, you were brave to go alone. I have often thought how vulnerable we would have been at the sites we visited because there was no authority there. The relics of the tombs of the Giants were unguarded.
I have given you a like & made comments. High risk when you have no bars & there is no one around and migrants may be present & looking for cash & transportation. May God be with you. Phil
Thanks for reading, and for commenting. I appreciate your personal story. What I'll say is that your sharing of it fell flat due to your final comments. Given that your last visit to Sardinia appears to have been in...1976, and mine was three weeks ago, my experience on the ground there is a fair bit more current, and if you imagine me as somehow "brave to go alone" because of an imagined threat based on something you've read somewhere about people looking for "cash and transportation," I can assure you that was the farthest thing from my actual experience there, and also that I don't share in any way your characterization of "migrants." We are all migrants, Sardinia (as is true almost everywhere) is populated by people that, at some point, migrated there, and if you're hinting at migrants from northern Africa in the present day, well, I did meet a couple, and they were lovely people as well.
I did indeed incur some risk due to being in the backcountry alone, but the risk was from potential injury, not from any person. Everyone that I encountered was polite, friendly, helpful, delightful—and just people, doing their thing as I was doing mine. Again, I appreciate you reading and commenting, but whoever this God is, that's your God, not mine, so no need to wish him upon me either. Good luck out there.
Deep insights, my friend. I'm jealous. Bread and cheese on long walks sounds quite nice.
I love the riff on and the solid reasoning behind “intuition.”
We—and culture—and pursuit—choke the channels within us that allow that intuition to bubble up.
Great trip as a framework for this essay BD. Well done. 👍
Interesting relationship between sensing and knowing, and how all of this relates to feeling purposeful or lost. I appreciate your reminder that intuition isn't automatic, but is learned -- that it can be keener with use.
I confess to taking one trip, with my wife, to Sardinian to be guests of a lady who was a foreign exchange student, living with my sisters & parents in 1976-77; improving her English & graduating from my High School. While her English landed her the Manager position at the Olbia airport, we flew from Girona, Spain on Ryan Airlines to the northwest corner of Sardinian & our friend drove from the northeast corner, across the Island to get us & take us to our real starting point of Olbia.
Like you, we wanted to check the lay-of-the-land and Graciela and Guido were great hosts. Our highlights over 3 days:
They drove south along the east coast and she took us to a pristine beach, in a cove, where her parents took her family long ago. There was parking for their car, but our descent was about 125M, on a rickety, switch-back, non-governmental stair w/railing. Each step down reminded me that our return would be some-fun. The beach was great, the water was Mediterranean blue.
After our trek back up, they drove us to an Italian Park which has a fresh-water gash in the earth that no one has plumbed for depth. As we approached from a distance, I could see large, golden trout in the cold, blue water. We learned that friendly Canadians, following their time with the people of Sicily, returned and stocked the waters with Canadian trout…that have thrived.
We went farther south by car & looked to the west & saw the ridges you may have visited.
Each morning began with Bonjornos all around at their home and at a cafe, we all had our own preferances.
On another day, we were taken to the Tomb of the giants displaying large stone glyphs. Tombs of Giants - Nuragic Sardinia - Quantum Gaze
https://virtualarchaeology.sardegnacultura.it/index.php/en/archaeological-sites/periodo-prenuragico/tomba-dei-giganti-di-thomes/detailed-sheets/1846-altri-esempi-di-tombe-dei-giganti-in-sardegna#:~:text=Giants'%20tombs%20are%20large%20collective,(from%20MORAVETTI%202014%2C%20p.
I asked for a ruins of a Roman aqueduct and we were taken to one near Olbia
We were taken to La Esmeralda which is a luxury estate for jet-setters, founded by the Aga Khan & also shown his harbor & very long yacht. Those locations were settings for an early James Bond movie in which Roger Moore drove a Lotus underwater.
As we returned to the original airport, we passed a Roman church from the 14th century that was stone, masonry, but nothing fancy, no columns, pretty much a large, roofed, box…out of use.
As I read your account, I thought how you deprived yourself of the coast & beaches and also the deep lake stocked with Canadian trout.
On our final day, our hosts wanted to honor my family for hosting Graciela for a year in America. The day before she departed Sardinia, her mother died. Her dad & siblings held a council and agreed that she should go & my parents were great surrogate parents for a year. We were taken to a mountain top farm and guests of the farmer/restauranteur for a 7 course 2 hour meal in the farmhouse. From windows, we could see the Med. my wife ate too much of the early options, noughe, soup, roasted pig, and selections kept coming finishing with salad, then fruit.
I have to note that Italy has pitched-in and saved many lives of boat-people escaping from Northern Africa, the south tip of Sardinian is due north of Tunis. In these times, you were brave to go alone. I have often thought how vulnerable we would have been at the sites we visited because there was no authority there. The relics of the tombs of the Giants were unguarded.
I have given you a like & made comments. High risk when you have no bars & there is no one around and migrants may be present & looking for cash & transportation. May God be with you. Phil
Thanks for reading, and for commenting. I appreciate your personal story. What I'll say is that your sharing of it fell flat due to your final comments. Given that your last visit to Sardinia appears to have been in...1976, and mine was three weeks ago, my experience on the ground there is a fair bit more current, and if you imagine me as somehow "brave to go alone" because of an imagined threat based on something you've read somewhere about people looking for "cash and transportation," I can assure you that was the farthest thing from my actual experience there, and also that I don't share in any way your characterization of "migrants." We are all migrants, Sardinia (as is true almost everywhere) is populated by people that, at some point, migrated there, and if you're hinting at migrants from northern Africa in the present day, well, I did meet a couple, and they were lovely people as well.
I did indeed incur some risk due to being in the backcountry alone, but the risk was from potential injury, not from any person. Everyone that I encountered was polite, friendly, helpful, delightful—and just people, doing their thing as I was doing mine. Again, I appreciate you reading and commenting, but whoever this God is, that's your God, not mine, so no need to wish him upon me either. Good luck out there.
https://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/35796/man-found-guilty-in-gruesome-camino-murder-of-us-pilgrim#:~:text=Miguel%20Angel%20Munoz%2C%2041%2C%20ambushed,the%20New%20York%20Times%20reports.