A little about Jane and I. Jane, a british lady who runs a trattoria in Bobbio Pellice, and I met as chef and patron. With her being one of the few in town who could speak English, I found myself spending more time in her trattoria. We developed a friendship and discussed food, relationships, passion, and spirituality. It was difficult leaving Bobbio, but I knew I would be back one day. That day came three years later and by then I was in school and married. I was a different person, and so was she. The hike that inspired Dear Jane took place on a surprisingly foggy day. That day, we crossed the border to France, which was a sentimental accomplishment to Jane and I because we attempted this same hike three years ago, but failed to succeed due to dangerous weather conditions. While hiking, I contemplated the strange relationship I had with Jane - how we became close friends, in spite of our geographical and generational gap.
I learned that all relationships need space, and that space isn't to be shunned. I learned to embrace the people who come and go in my life, and to fill my heart, not with the sorrow of separation, but with the joy of having met, and the further joy of knowing we will meet again, if God wills it.
Dear Jane (chorus) "Dear Jane is like the woods and we flow through like a river. If we linger for too long in the mountains, we may flood this valley"
