Finally, I’ve gotten around to updating my gallery – a few months late. Most pictures from Italy, Africa and Argentina are up. A sampler below.
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Finding Wisdom, Courage and Grace on the road less traveled.
Finally, I’ve gotten around to updating my gallery – a few months late. Most pictures from Italy, Africa and Argentina are up. A sampler below.
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It has taken me nearly four months, but I’ve finally uploaded a good selection from our trip through Italy in August. I’ve got to say that Italy is one of the best countries in the world. If all you had was a few weeks to explore Europe, GO TO ITALY. The history, the scenery, the weather and the food will make for a life changing holiday. I love it so much that I have decided I’m going to live there for a while – it’s only a matter of when and for how long. =)
Oh la dolce vida!
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This was taken from our hotel window in Sienna. We had such luck here. We booked the hotel upon arriving at the train station and realized once we go there that we were staying in the Civetta neighbourhood – the winning contrada of this year’s Palio race. The hotel was old, gorgeous and large – rated 3 stars but priced at 1 (because it didn’t have air-conditioning)! These moments of serendipity happened throughout our time in Italy. More on Sienna in the coming days!
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Traveling through Italy in the heat of August may sound crazy to some (heck, most of the locals flee the country during this time) but to me, it was heaven. There is nothing more sensual than walking through ancient villages in the hot humid heat of the Italian summer sun. Your mind turns to mush, your skin moistens with a tanned sweat and the only possible worries that cross your mind are what flavour gelato to eat before lunch and if you should try fig instead of coconut today. If you want to renew your soul and get in touch with the simple abundance of life, go visit Italy in the scorching heat of the summer and see if you don’t come back changed.
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Wow, do I ever look dark in this photograph. A month in Africa and then a month in Italy will do this to you. I’m finally starting to get around to processing oh, about 1000 or so pictures from the last 4 months of travel. It is hard work and really needs some time.
This photo was taken in Verona, on a very hot August day on our way to one of the most beautifully situated Roman amphitheaters I’ve seen. We walked for miles and saw the city through a local’s eyes. We tried horse in a random cafe for lunch, visited a converted museum and walked in on a rehearsal for a dance recital to Stravinsky’s Puccinella. Mmmmm… Italy, how I love thee.
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Too bad it’s not obvious here but to give some perspective of scale: standing straight in front of him, my head only comes up to his lowest hand. He is the size of a house! I tried to steal him for you but he wouldn’t have fit in my suitcase!
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From the Museum of Human Anatomy at the University of Bologna. I just love morbid things like this!
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City of porticos. When the guidebook said that Bologna is like no other city in Italy, it wasn’t kidding! So glad we didn’t miss this!
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No… I didn’t mean to write ‘Livin la vita loca’. You were about to break out into Riki Martin weren’t you?
It has been five days, onetwothreefourfive, FIVE days since I’ve had real Italian gelato. How many days? FIVE. Why?! Why, you ask?! Because we decided last weekend to cross from Italy into Slovenia and Austria. It seemed like a good idea at the time – to go experience a different culture, see what a place called Leeyoobleeahnaaa might be like and get away from this Italian heat. Well, the earth is back on its axis because we’ve just crossed from Austria back into Italy and already I’m instantly giddy. I hear Italian again. It’s hot in this train. The sun is shining and my bunny nose can smell the olive oil and the wine and the coconut gelatohhhhh. My Pavlonian-trained Italian alter-ego (where my name is Natalia or Teresa or something with a girly “ah” sound at the end) is already salivating over the thought of dinner (Gorgonzola cheese melted over figs and nuts? Strawberry rissotto? Pear faggattoni? Yes please!). Tonight I change from my trousers and trainers into the short shorts and skirts and dresses and flowery tank tops that this hot, sensual, beautiful climate inspires. The tan will continue to crispen, the afternoons will burn, aperitivos will be sipped in beautiful squares, dinners and walks will last well into the hot night. Life is back to its rightful sweetness. Ciao Italia. I’m baaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!
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