It has been an interesting journey.
Long by the clock or calendar but not all that long in my mind.
Writing has always been a part of it. Or at least always a part since some time in my teens.
And Acting, the latest part of the journey, although only important to me during the last 15 years, was almost the most decisive stop I have made.
When did the journey begin? Geographically it started, appropriately enough, in London, on a sunny June day in 1970, and in Greece, the island of Naxos, a few weeks later.
There were places before those places, starting in Ireland and taking in Canada. Those were places that chose me, formed me.
It was only in London and Naxos that I began to make the choices myself, searching for the right form, that the real journey began.
The journey that has taken me, much later, to Thailand and now, finally, to the Philippines.