Where, what, when?

Rome - Orvieto - Levanto Avignon - Barcelona

Transatlantic

2022 Adventure

How does one decide, when it comes down to it, where to go? Where to spend a week or so — to pretend or dream at least, to be a native? Every day enjoying, in other words, being indoors in that comfy but strange apartment as well as its environs, where people (familiars for the week) go about their daily routines.

And I am asking, are those daily folks likely to be open about their lives, and the larger question: can they be charmed to become friends for those days?

One thing that narrows the field of possible destinations, for me, is the population factor—or maybe its inverse. I am unlikely ever to develop a taste for masses of big-city folk. It seems much, um, homier to become part of a small town for awhile. One might find less distrust among citizens who are less crowded and harried than big-city people—and for that reason have more patience to spend some time savoring daily moments. And sharing.