Wishing: Firenze, Italy
Wishing:
I haven’t really missed the road much at all, but lately I have these odd feelings creeping in of being stranded like there’s no other roads. There’s a singular thought of being in one spot at one time and nowhere to go. Honestly, it’s like island fever, but I’m on no island (cabin fever?) It’s strange. In all the years since I left, I haven’t had that feeling. Today, I felt like I needed to get the fuck out, and that led to a great realization.
Seeing everyone living their European summer stressed it all more, then I remember my own version. It makes me wonder what I want next. It makes me think of where I’ve been and where I’m going. Two years ago, I was running into my friend @haleyrohrerr in Lyon after randomly meeting her a month before in Toulouse. Last year, I was finishing my trip in Morocco across the Atlas Mountains headed back to Spain. Being back, I picked up the life I left years ago. So much of that feels so lovely and reassuring, yet others, I know I can continue no longer. There’s something to learn here. There’s something that will change the rest of my life, if I’m willing to challenge myself again. If I keep pushing, just a little further, I can tie this whole story together. And then my biggest dream of all won’t be a dream ever again. I’ll see the rising sun of a vision realized. Dreams wont be needed anymore, my whole life’s pursuit will be in living out my greatest desires.
Here’s some Old World to make myself a little jealous of myself. A reminder of a life well lived across the sea. With the sounds of violins playing through the streets, espresso machines squeezing drops of cafe, boisterous locals loudly expressing their every feeling, and of course the soft click-clack of 1000 year old streets and shoes coming together for a journey that has been walked countless times.
Firenze was so special to me. The city is as it was. History is the street. You can feel the rhythm of the old world beat through the stones. They bear witness and reverence to a million lives lived in their very cobble. Pretty, ancient, warm, and inviting are all the vibes I get from walking the alleyways. A sunset at the piazzale over the city will steal your heart. Maybe an Italiana will steal it too.
Tip: only get gelato at a place where you can’t actually see the gelato, that’s when you know it’s good AND real.
I’ve wanted to shoot these photos forever. I’m so happy these happened at some of the most beautiful art pieces / renowned in the world!
I should have shared this with the red head lady.
This place had two different shops across the street from each other with well over 75 in each line at all times. I saw the line and decided there’s no way this could be bad.
Pistachio cream sandwich 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😮💨😮💨😮💨
The look so comfortable.
Ancient
Brilliant. Beautiful. Stunning.
Little story. I arrived in Florence without any idea of the city. I ate a bunch of gelato and felt I was getting fat and went on a run to explore the city. I didn’t even know the Duomo was here and I came sprinting around a corner to see this thing staring at me. Wow. Just wow.
One of the most beautiful scenes in all my travels. I’m so proud of this photo.
Street wandering 🥰
Piazzale Michaelangelo. Hectic.
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One more of the same. Just as cool, but I like the dome has more feel to it. Iconic no less.
I look forward to becoming so free that when I feel the need, I go wander, and when I also feel the need, I stay home. The dream is for ultimate maneuverability, and I’ve got an idea. 😏
see y’all out there.