Those are the places I visited from the 22nd of June through the 5th of July. Those are the places that caused me to snap over 800 photos; those are some of the places where I swam either in the Adriatic or Mediterranean; where I walked on streets older than civilizations and watched people laugh, drink, and argue. It was wild and wonderful and overwhelming and nonstop. It was two weeks of wandering.
And it has taken me nearly as long to sort through all those aforementioned pictures.
Here are some of my favorites (this is a long series and I'd like to apologize ahead of time for that):
|Sometimes I take artsy photos.|
Deal with it.
|Piazzo San Marco, Venice at sunset. |
|And sometimes I take photos of flora and fauna.|
|On the ferry on the way to the ship. Husband excels at two|
photo reactions- laughing at my absurdity (always makes
for a great shot) or ignoring me until I remove the camera
from his face (makes for artsy ones).
|There's a son by OneRepublic called "Come Home."|
One of the lyrics in the song reads:
I get lost in the beauty of everything I see/
The world ain't half as bad as they paint it to be.
When you come across the oddball photos (the flowers, the
things), hum that to yourself.
|In Rovinj, Croatia.|
Um... some bronze something
in the middle of Dubrovnik.
(Which, by the way, is AH-
the bronze guy. He just had a
|The next two are both from a spot overlooking Dubrovnik.|
The sunset there was un... everything. Unreal,
unbelievable, unstoppable. Impossibly beautiful.
|The oranges more tangy and the golds more graceful.|
|There are, indeed, a surprising|
number of cats in Kotor. The sort of
deserve a musuem/shop unto
|The boys have a smoke break|
before the lunch rush.
|Mount Etna. And what a glorious thing it is, to see the |
absolute power in a volcano. To witness the wisps of steam
escaping into cloudy potential.
|In Giardini Naxos... where boats go to die.|
|After a day at sea when this was our only company. (There's|
something incredible in the solitary boat- something silent
|Well, the boat and the mountains.|
|The Blue Grotto. Beneath the island of Capri, there are|
caverns- carved by the sea out of limestone. They are magic.
Or, the blue one is anyway. The others could be utterly
|Looking down on Capri. There are two versions of the same|
photo. This one and another in which the town is in focus
and the flowers out. This version shines.
|And again... some dude. Outside of Terminale in Roma.|
If you see him from the front, his coat reveals a hollow,
bodiless space beneath. Welcoming and terrifying at the
|Trevi Fountain. It took a lot of maneuvering to power|
through the immense crowd surrounding this thing. Men and
women, kiddos and creatures all sitting there, enjoying the
summer heat with their feet in the pool and their mouths
|Because who doesn't love a sculpture|
of severed hands on a spike?