For those of you who never really noticed, I’m back from two weeks in the beautiful European cities of Paris Rome, and Florence.
A bucket list item to be sure.
I’m full of culture, statues and gelato.
Have I changed?
How can one not change walking through the Villa d’Este, a 16th-century villa near Rome, famous for its terraced hillside Italian Renaissance garden and its profusion of fountains?
How can one not change eating dinner on a cruise ship while watching the Eiffel Tower make it’s sparkling sky show once an hour?
I worked all my life to get to this point in my life. I’ve been through raising two children, taking low-paying jobs so I could be home with my kids, working everything from a hosiery saleswoman to a bed and breakfast owner.
It was wonderful to see the work of Michelangelo and Galileo and Gustave Eiffel up close and personal. To see the sweat and heartache and brilliance of artists of all kinds.
It also was wonderful to see people in other countries living their lives like you and me, too. The little old man who owned the small store-front restaurant in Florence who served us dinner one night. The young, bright tour guide who shared his enthusiasm and knowledge and back stories about pieces in the Louvre. The crazy cab driver who slipped up and down the narrow streets of Florence so fast I thought I might be in the middle of a video game.
These were real people doing real things.
Maybe it wasn’t as big of a deal as sculpting a body out of marble of painting a ceiling, but their attitudes and contributions made for a wonderful memory in the lives of two seniors living in the Midwest.
The only thing is that you might have to endure occasional sharing of 1,262 (give or take) photos I took in two weeks. Blog-worthy pics, I must say.
What would you enjoy? Doors? Weird statues? Painted ceilings? Marble statues?
The world is endless …….
The streets in Florence were always packed, the cab drivers dare devils, the trinket sellers everywhere (we bought stuff from them too!) — city life for sure. I would have loved to tool around the backroads and all, but I get lost on my OWN back roads, so I’d rather read about someone else’s journeys!
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Through the years I have lived through others’ stories; I may have one or two of my own, too, but the world is so big and we are so small it’s wonderful to see it through others’ eyes too!
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Yes! And even thought I most likely will not remember it all, little sparks of discovery will always be connecting those synapses in the brain, too!
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I’d love to see ALL the pictures !!! Those 2 weeks must have felt like a few days only. Glad to hear you enjoyed it so much.
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Those of us not traveling can get some vicarious pleasure hearing the experiences from those who are.
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That’s a fun phrase! 😆 You know plenty about art but isn’t it wonderful to know there is much more to learn and see.
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I am with you, soulmate. Paris was my bucket list dream come true. It was the most expensive of the cities but the most inspirational, too. It felt different.
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I almost got “statued” out — so many marvelous ones, so many wonderful paintings — I know I’ll not remember all the artists, but just seeing statue after statue, I was amazed that there was so much refined talent so long ago! Shows you what I know …
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I love it! Something so new and different — why not share?
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I didn’t want to talk about it too much until it actually came about… I wasn’t sure everyone would be interested! Thank you so much!
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Weird statues, please. And that kind of trip definitely changes one. Paris lives inside me now. Italy not as much. But it’s wonderful to even be there.
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How wonderful! Welcome Back. A destination suited for art curator you!
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All of the above! I can’t wait to see your photos. I’m still sharing photos of my trip to Thailand in January. I figure I have 6 months worth of posts. I’m so pleased you had a great time.
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Wow, amazing trip. I could tell something was different based on your WordPress activity but had no clue you were away.
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