‘The Many Roads I’ve Covered’

In many ways, the tranquil 15-minute ferry ride is indicative of what lies ahead. The island of Itsukushima, popularly known as Miyajima, is like a step back in time with its dirt roads and wildlife roaming through the city’s streets.

The streets were bright tonight — so much so that it seemed like it was daytime. It might as well have been. I’m not sure what time it is. All I know is: It’s evening here in Japan and we’re going to grab something to eat.

In the brisk air of a November night, I sit with friends and sip a glass of wine. My eyes wander, looking out as the sun sets over the green Italian countryside.