Thursday, 22 September 2011
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
One of the things i love about getting away is seeing the history of a place...
I am genuinely happiest touching rocks and stones and imagining who did it before me (umm, that is....apart from the other tourists).
So when i go anywhere of course i seek out mosaic's, tombs, pillars and amphitheaters.
I find quiet places and small streets.
Places to sit and pour over independent guide books.
Oh, and buy lace...oh yes!
lots of lace...
But i am happiest sitting under a tree next to St Pauls pillar, next to The Husband, watching everyone come and go.
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Can we go back please? Can we go back to not living in the real world? Can we go back to spending time together and not talking about boring grown up things?
Can i sit in the sun again? In the warmth....with a book....can i go back to peeking up over it and just smiling?
Can we have the whole place to ourselves again? Can we get up early and run to pool knowing that we will never be able to sit in it once its ten in the morning?
Can we go up to the market and stare out at everything? Can we go back please?
Can we sit by the harbour and look out over the sea?
Can we go exploring again?
See what we find again?
Sit by the flowers again?
Have an ice cream again!?