FALL IN LOVE IN BAGAN BY Raffaella Vacis
The plain of wonders, the plain of love, the plain of faith. I opened my eyes early that morning. It still happens to me. Before a trip, before a departure, before an emotion. Discoveries always bring a bit of restlessness. Maybe it's trepidation, restlessness. Never real anxiety. It is that inner process that an event triggers, that setting in motion of the body, sometimes almost without real awareness. As if the body took its own path. His path. It followed its own dynamics. Outside, the dawn turned the sky red. The most beautiful day awaited us. On the twenty-fifth of December we gave ourselves the plain of Bagan. That place longed for for years. The plain of wonders and love, the plain of faith and hope ..