Less is better than more.

Looking forward to the Christmas-New Year holiday season.  My Italian true love and I will spend a week in the Puglia region. On the Adriatic Sea.  We’ve never been there before.  So my true love is planning. Trying to make sure we see everything that’s worth seeing. Which is impossible. I trust her instincts. And planning abilities. Especially when it comes to travel. She’s very seasoned at it. Knows what she’s doing. But sometimes, I think she tries to do too much.  I’d just as soon stay in one place for a week. She wants to move around. But hey, I’ll give in. And follow her lead. Because I want her to be happy. And to have the freedom to do her thing. Which means doing many things in a single day.  Wouldn’t bother me to focus on one thing. And to savor whatever it is.  One is better than two. And two is better than three.  And three is better than four.  Less is better than more. When we go for a walk through a city, I’m trailing  behind. Because I need time to grasp and savor what I’m seeing and experiencing.  I’m in no hurry. My true love, meanwhile, is in perpetual motion. Always on the move. From one moment to the next.  Presto. Fast. When we stop for lunch, I’m for taking an hour or two. She’ll prefer a half-hour lunch. So we can get on with the next thing. Meanwhile, I’m satisfied with savoring the best thing of all. My true love. Of course, I do that. Mostly, by being with her. But the magical part of life is being with her even when I’m not with her.   Think about it. That makes for genuine true love. –Jim Broede