As I get ready for work, my mind is drifting and I find myself traveling down the road that leads to my passion for travel. Maybe it is my sense of adventure and exploring new places that leaves me feeling like Columbus must have felt while discovering a new oasis for my heart, maybe I’m homesick and maybe it is my sense of beauty for this world, my bohemian roots, my gypsy, wandering spirit that is yearning to be free.
One particular picture comes to mind and I have a soft spot for this country that lies far far away from me right now but remains always close to my heart. I took this picture in Verona Italy, the birthplace of Romeo and Juliet (do I need to say more?), and besides it’s visual beauty it speaks to the hopeless romantic that lives within me. It was a warm summer night and we slept in the car before taking the train into Venice the next morning. Ah Venice, I do miss you and Europe all together. ❤️