Crazy!

I look at people and their arguments sound really crazy: I can't really follow anymore the reason of their stress; I think it's just because I'm on holiday, anyway what drive them crazy seems to me really not a big deal. I don' want to look like the classical "mission person" saying that all western concerns are useless complaints of spoilt children. Stress is real also here, and we really suffer if we are stressed, no matter what is the cause, I remember I was stressed for the same reasons when I use to live here. It's just that I'm experiencing a strange feeling, of being here but sometimes looking things from outside . I really like home and Rome, I like everything I'm eating, every person I'm meeting, every hug I'm giving, every smile we are sharing, every plan we are doing, every discussion we are having, every walk I'm taking, everything I'm shopping and I'm already thinking that too soon I will have to leave this again and I will be sad. But still sometimes, I have a feeling of non involvment which put me me in a strange hanging bubble.
Maybe I'm the crazy one. But is very nice being on holiday!