travel notebook


“I am Odysseus, the son of Laertes, who is on the lips of all men for all manner of traps, and my fame reaches to heaven. I live in Ithaca, beautiful at sunset. There is in it a mountain, the Nérito with agitated foliage, very outstanding, and around it there are many inhabited islands close to each other, Duliquio and Same, and the one populated by Zante forests. Ithaca leans on the sea with little height, the most remote towards the West, and the others are further away, towards Eos and Helios. She is rough, but a good groomer.”