That was the year that was – it’s 12 months now since I left my beloved Ireland for my first love Scotland.
I had though little intention of spending all my time in Scotia.
And instead had a long list of destinations to fill out the year.
So to mark the anniversary I’ll share the year that never was.
Off to a flier in Czech Hoptown
The Chinese lady with the mask on in the airport in Prague Airport seemed a curio at the time, a reminder of the latest virus that only affects Asia.
A few weeks later the fun and intimacy of the Czech Republic were but a warm embrace I clung onto as I entered lockdown in Scotland for the first time.
As I came out of isolation I engaged with my Czech friends again over the new-fangled Zoom app we were all compelled to use and toasted each other in time-honoured fashion Na Zdravie.
I was heartened to see them lay out a table for a feast along the Charles Bridge in the early summer and wished that I was back there again in Prague or in the Czech Republic’s Hoptown, Zatec.
I know this though that the Czechs will get through this because they have the best beer in the world, Pilsener Urquell.
Trump steals my Keys
Suitcase packed, bandana on, I was all set for my fly-drive around the Florida Keys when Donald Trump (remember him) closed the country to visitors while encouraging Americans to gather… at his rallies.
And so Hemingway’s six-toed cats, key line pie, Florida sunsets and easy living will just have to wait.
Of course the beauty of it is that Papa’s pussies won’t have had any idea that anything was even different about the past year.
Exile me in St Helena
And another on the back-burner is Napoleon’s island. No, not his birthplace, Corsica, or the one the British sent him to initially, Elba, but the one where he ended his days, St Helena.
St Helena, 1200 mile west of southwestern Africa is one of the most remote inhabitable islands in the world and is an ecological dream.
All of which makes you think that exile was a pretty good option back in the day. And if I end up needing to self-isolate anywhere then I’ll be back in touch.
Vegas or bust
Now I’ve always felt bad about leaving Cami from Utah at the bar at Harrah’s Las Vegas a few years ago and knowing she goes down there every weekend knew that she’d be there when I revisited in June.
The American Travel Fair was scheduled for Neon City and I was all booked and ready, my chips at the ready to make my million.
But alas I had to leave Cami waiting again and to get my fix of Vegas I had to make do with watching the world’s greatest band The Killers perform from the ceiling of Caesars Palace on YouTube.
The fair, IPW is slated for the Fall, and I’ll be expecting an Access All Areas ticket, Brandon.
And maybe even reprising my Mr Brightside from the Rising Star Karaoke Bar, CityWalk at Universal Orlando a few years ago.
The Norman request
I would have put my Monet on getting to Normandy
for the Monet festival back in late summer.
And even get a painting lesson in his back garden.
But as the UK travel corridor policy became as chaotic as the Spinal Tap boys trying to get to their gigs, again I found myself blocked.
Now what is the French word for cup-de-sac?
Bergamo go, go, go
And just as the year was petering out and I was resigning myself to my best chance of a trip down to North Berwick beach, Mamma Mia but one came off.
And in spectacular style.
The journalist in me had me tracking the evolution of Bergamo through the pandemic, it being the gateway to the virus in Europe.
And just in time I got over to Northern Italy to talk to the Bergamaschi and ask how they had got through it all and their advice on how we should all progress now.
There was specialist Lombardy food and wine, culture, history Donizetti music and art aplenty.
But the most beautiful picture was that of the emboldened Bergamaschi in the backdrop of their historic city, both in Citta Alta and Citta Bassa, the High and the Low City.
Now there are worse places to have spent this last year, with the view of the Firth of Forth from my window, Bass Rock bookending the beach and Edinburgh just along the road.
I’ve chosen to live by the sea all my adult life. It’s a primal thing knowing that exciting lands lie beyond.
All for your enjoyment.
MEET YOU ON THE ROAD