In many ways Victoria is like Sardinia. Her rugged coastline and wind-swept tree tops, call to me, just like in Sardinia. Coastal life brings the scent of the sea, just like in Sardinia. I feel at peace here, just like in Sardinia. There is however one glaring difference, I am not in Sardinia and my nostalgia for her burns deep in my soul. At least for now, I have her sister – Victoria.
There are times when I’m out for my morning run and everything feels like Sardinia, albeit the circling spotted eagle above my head, or the cry of blue herons nesting in the tall pine trees or the morning calls from the orcas. There’s the salt water air which kisses my face in the early morning hours and the twelve hours of sunshine that greet me, daily.
There’s the tourists, cruise ships, gift shops, Italian import store, fancy cars, expensive living and a job. It all boils down to one thing – work. In Victoria, I have it where in Sardinia it’s hard to come by, very hard to come by.
For now, Victoria has stolen the sunshine from Sardinia and, I am grateful.