Italy
“We travel not to escape life, but for life to not escape us.”
I sat where Keats penned his poetic works. Stopped to listen to heavenly voices soar under the ancient domes of Rome. Swam the crystal-clear waters of the Aeolian Islands. Hopped a scooter in Lipari and breezed up the mountainside for dinner at sunset. Strolled olive groves and historic vineyards with friends. Sipped blissfully on Aperol spritz by the seaside. Dined on angel hair pasta with creamy white truffle sauce in Alba. Tasted full-bodied red wine beside low hanging vines in Barolo. Slept beneath the celebrated frescoes of great artists long since gone.
Here is where I am no longer a tourist, here is where I am happiest!