Sometimes you end up in places you didn’t expect.
You’re in the great sheepyards of life, ambling or trotting down the race (the chute) with your eye on the pen at the end – your destination. Suddenly the drafting gate swings across and you’re siphoned off into a side pen you didn’t even know was there or that you thought did not apply to you.
Sardinia was such a pen for me. I’d not given it much consideration. Second largest island in the Mediterranean Sea; probably quite a lot of sunshine (actually, annual average hours of sunshine is 2635, London 1573, Zurich 1481); part of Italy but as close or closer to Africa. Done. Next!
If I’d had a country travel list to tick off, I doubt I would have considered putting Sardinia on it.
Bucket lists are all well and good but what if you left space? What if you didn’t stick to the plan? What if you went into the world openly? What if your bucket list included “allowing the drafting gates of life to send me where they will”? What then?
Well, you may end up on one of Europe’s most geologically ancient bodies of land, surrounded by bright chilly waters, crunching on its brittle wafer-like bread, tramping around ancient manmade stone structures or hiking along the plunges and twists of intricate gorges.
You may end up discovering a place on the planet you may otherwise have passed by. And you may honour that place in yourself that wants to escape the rigidity of plans and step outside your conscious notions of what you desire.