Italy in the Fall
When you're traveling, you are what you are right then and there.
When you're traveling, you are what you are right then and there.
People don't have your past to hold against you.
No yesterdays on the road. Enjoy that luxury.
Part 2
Our European Trip September 2017
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| On a hill overlooking Florence, Italy |
After arriving in Rome--smooth flights, by the way--
we hopped a train and two hours later we arrived in Florence.
Although we were now on Italian time--6 hours ahead of South Carolina time--
I was all eyes from the moment I stepped off the plane until we
arrived in Florence.
I cannot describe my love for this city.
Pictures cannot capture the beauty of the architecture.
The people. The food.
The people. The food.
The land.
Eleven days in wonderful Tuscany.
Rob and I made each moment count.
Whether we were strolling cobblestone streets,
savoring the food in outdoor cafes (the best spaghetti I've ever tasted),
or touring the hills of Tuscany in our 1972 Fiats,
we soaked in the glory of each day.
Due to circumstances beyond my control,
I couldn't log into my blog so I was six weeks without blogging.
But I did write in my journal. Whew!
Sometimes less is more, so this blog is focused more on the visual and less on words.
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| The street where we lived for eleven days. Our flat was just above the Gucci Store. "Temptation, get away!" |
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| Three flights of stairs brought us to our one bedroom flat, complete with kitchen and washer/dryer, and a lovely balcony for basking in the late afternoon sun. |
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| A day in the hills of Tuscany in our 1972 Fiats with son Jason and Xyla. |
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| Our Fiats took us to a hill where we dined el fresco! |
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| Did I mention the out-of-this-world Italian cuisine? (Did I mention that I gained 10 pounds?) |
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| Who's leaning, me or the Leaning Tower of Pisa? |
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| Another day in the Tuscany hills. Dining at a local farm/winery. Another day of delightful dry red wine! |
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| Dining at a Tuscany farm/winery. Jason, do not touch my pasta! Xyla, do not touch my wine! |
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| Too much food to post on one blog. This is one of Xyla's favorites. It should have been mine, but I just could not resist the spagetti! |
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| The famous bridge across the Florence canal. Diamonds galore in blocks of jewelry shops. Xyla, Rob, and me sharing a cozy moment. |
We had the luxury of taking our time to enjoy each day.
Coffee and light breakfast in our flat.
Morning touring at our own pace.
Stopping for a relaxing outdoor lunch.
Home for a shower and afternoon siesta (the perfect way to deal with jet lag).
Then venturing out in the evening for a late dinner 'cause
that's what they do in Europe ... dine late, and stay late!
Now, my suggestion:
Go make your own memories.
Go make your own memories.
Discover new territory.
Learn from your own experiences.
Whether in a foreign country, or in your own neighborhood,
gather pictures to look back on when you're
relaxing in your rocking chair on the front porch,
or, like me, chilling on my backyard screened portch.
or, like me, chilling on my backyard screened portch.
See you next blog in ...
SPAIN!
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the skies announce what His hands have made.
Psalm 19:1
Thank you, Jason and Xyla
Thank you, Jason and Xyla
2 comments:
How absolutely fabulous! Tuscany!
I've missed it here:)
I so appreciate the share of these beautiful memories.
Mouthwatering:)
And thanks for reminding me to journal.
Sometimes I let life whiz by and don't put my thoughts
onto paper. Silly mistake.
Happy travels, lady leaf:)
-Jennifer
I would love you to share about your travels. Your blog seems to be your journal. Sharing your memories with us helps the readers to take a look at their own true feelings. AND congratulations on your next adventure in the mountains! We want to be there with you.
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