Not going

Summer is almost over and there are all the places where I did not go to be talked about.

I did not go to the Loire valley where a majestic chateau still holds a reservation in my name, which I have already paid and will probably never use.

I did not go to Sorrento, where the beauty of the town, the blue of the water and the intense taste of the food welcomed and spoiled my friends but not me.

I did not jump into the clear bays and lagoons of Malta, always a land of summer memories.

And all the places I did not visit, all my missed opportunities, they all have a story, are part of my story, make my life what it is and will make myself what I am.