So I was finally in Italy, a place I had tried to imagine in my dreams for many years. No matter how many photos I saw or the endless surfing on the internet looking at where my family were from prepared me for the reality of the real thing.
Fresh off the train my cousin took me into the town of Arezzo. I was instantly amazed. This place is old I thought. My mind started wandering trying to soak in the history. In Australia we think 200 odd years of white Australia is old and all of a sudden I am looking at places that are several hundred years old.
In May 2013 I obtained a passport.
14 days later I left Australia. It wasn’t Italy, but I was on my way!
Tokyo was nothing like I had expected but so much more.
With the trip so quickly arranged and a full schedule leading up to the departure there was no time to research my guts out (like I normally do).
And this was no small feat. Three adults (one 70 year old) Four teenagers/preteens and one toddler all to Tokyo for five nights!
Ginza was stunning
Published with permission from Marc Knight.
As I met family I had heard about but never met. I was treated like they had known me forever and whilst they knew I existed they didn’t really know me? That did not seem to matter however, as their willingness to accept me unconditionally was just humbling.
I only got to spend a few short days with these people but I knew that something had changed in me I had finally understood the real meaning of family.