So it was a baking August day, a few years ago, when I first set foot (and soul) in Italy. Résumé: 38 degrees, a colossal collection of small igneous and yet way too crowded streets. Even though, this might sound like the perfect recipe for an unfortunate holiday, look where all this madness got me: craving to discover more and more every year, making plans while dreaming with my eyes wide open and crazy in love with this country.
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‘it was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight’
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And while my fourth round of plane tickets to Italy are patiently waiting for the check-in this April, I (on the other hand not that patiently) am asking myself how is this country working its…magic? But feeling my heart skipping some beats while thinking and writing about those places, I am starting to realize it. The enchantment is carefully hidden along those stony streets, in those small flavored sips of genuine coffee, glorious food as well as in the Italian vivid spirit. This kind of energy must have its deep roots somewhere around the fields of Tuscany, in the small colorful beaches of Cinque Terre or simply in the land of almighty Vesuvius. That beautiful mess I found on the streets of Naples and the view over Vesuvius are still some of my favourites (read all about it here). Those superb landscapes…so sumptuous and yet so serene. Totally understandable why two years ago I decided to age gracefully in a house in Italy, enjoying my cherry flavored ice cream ‘under the Tuscan sun’.
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Funny how I can almost feel the taste of wine on my lips while refreshing all these memories…
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photographies by Maarten Verspoor
Yes definitely feeling the vibes there. Awesome photos, hope to catch some on my first outing to bathe under the Tuscan Sun myself… ?
You will love it!