Roaming for Everything

Be willing to sacrifice everything you've got. When you are willing to put it all on the line, you are unstoppable.

I have no clue who said this originally. It was not me. I am copying a tweet by someone with the tweeter handle @NavysealPTtest

I wondered aloud "Does this mean running over kids and old people to achieve a goal?"

They responded back, "you are insane."

Then I wondered back to them, "what exactly does everything mean if not an inclusion of all things without exception."

I read everything as everything not a few select things or a choice between A, B or C. I Think Spartans which translates to, EVERYTHING!

If it wasn’t everything then shouldn’t the quote be “…within reason…” Moderation did not win any war. In Vietnam we gave 50k our enemy gave millions.

Whose embassy evacuated again?

Everything means everything.

I think i may have sacrificed everything a few times in my life, but I don’t have any babies to throw under busses. I am thinking about my decision to move to Italia. More succinct it was moving to Europe and then once there I would make a decision whether it would be to Germany or Italy I would go.

I remember planning for the trip. Making a list and then packing a big back pack with some of the stuff in it. I slipped on my shoulders and thought fuck me.

That bitch was heavy.

I took a bus to D.C. and then fumbled my way to Dulles international.

Somehow I found my plane and flew to Amsterdam. My first stop. It trickled back to me that my sister in law thought, “I would never find my way out of there again.”

Honestly wish I never had.

I want to go back there so bad.

I explored, but not much of the city. It was Queens day, or some such thing, and a fair, with rides and stuff. I avoided it. It reminded me to much of the Boys Town scene in the Disney movie Pinocchio.

Got me a bit freaked out actually.

I wouldn’t even walk within a block if it.

I camped at a place far outside the city center. I set up my little one person tent and spread my two blankets out on the ground and went back to the red light district.

Jet lag hit me square in the face. I don’t think I recovered for the three days I remained in the Netherlands. I don’t think I recovered until on a bus bound for Rome.

I had no plan in Rome. I had no Hostel lined up, I knew of no camping ground. I knew nothing of the local public transportation. I was traveling in a certain direction, south. Beyond that I was living by the traveller’s motto, leap and the net will catch you.

Nearing Rome I started exploring by approaching an Italian woman who smiled at me on the bus. She was sitting alone so I jumped up to her seat and started a conversation. We talked about Sicily and where she was coming from and mostly what I was doing. The last part of conversation led to a quick education about Rome. Everything touristy was within the old wall and the subway only ran in a few directions. If I wanted to get to the center of town I needed to take the subway to the train station.

She invited me to stay with her and she would show me where to go and what to do.

I bought her a slice of pizza when got off the bus and she showed me the subway.

I was so naïve I saw the signs all over the subway, “Uscita.” And I thought it was directing me to a bank.

I followed it always finding an exit out of the subway.

My education in all things Italian started at zero.

Everything means everything. Give it all or nothing, sometimes you lose everything by giving it all, sometimes you gain what you always wanted, or something you never knew you wanted in the first place.

I wanted to find work and find stability, instead I found adventure and a collection of memories that I will bring to my death bed and be happy to dwell on.