Meanwhile in Tuscany...
This particular view is when we stopped on the side of the road to have a picnic, we were eating cheeses and grapes and listening to Andrea Bocelli, so obviously my mom started crying. Tears of joy and beauty, of course. It was like she was watching a Hallmark commercial.
We traveled around to so many hill towns in Tuscany, I couldn't even keep track of the names (they also all sound alike).
Lake Como. Clooney and I could never pick a good time for lunch.
I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier, but I am taking all my pictures on my computer and uploading then onto my Flickr pro account. Over 8 years worth put in a private (you can set albums to private) and permanent place (for as long as I keep paying for my account). It's just another safety net if - God forbid - both my computer and external hard drive fail.
I've been looking back at high school pictures and trips I took with my parents, particularly our trip to Italy in 2008.
As most my friends in college are studying abroad and many recently graduated friends are working or playing abroad, it's hard not to get travel-evny and feel void of adventure.
My time for that has come before and will come again, but the long interims in-between can make me impatient.
Part of me wants to save money to go back to Italy for a few weeks and work on an olive grove, fitting this in between leaving my job at home in the spring and right before I move to Chicago.
Just a little jaunt might cure the stir-craziness.
A little offended George didn't take us out on his boat. He has so many, I am assuming.
San Gimingano, I do remember that name.
We stayed in an old farmhouse in San Gimignano (agriturismo as they are called), they can often be less expensive than hotels. It was the loveliest - and a very authentic experience.
I SHOULD get used to this view everyday, but I'll suffice as having it as my desktop wallpaper.