Memoir of an Italian Summer
You charmed me with each and every winding street you took me through, with every glass of wine and with every bridge leading to pretty shops and mesmeric worn out houses.
Wondering through the alleyways with no end destination in mind; just observing the little old lady emerging from her home, hanging up her washing and children playing in the square- like any other ordinary day.
Laying beside the canal in the warm nighttime breeze and listening to the notes of the untroubled water was comforting; drowning out the clamor of tourists on the street. Despite being built upon by a restless town, the lagoon remained undisturbed.
I remember breathing in at that second, inhaling the present moment for what it was, and for a minute- everything stopped.
The Amalfi Coast
A picturesque scene of quaint towns, submerged within the mountains and surrounded by turquoise seas.
The crisp ocean air brushed against the warmth of my bronzed skin. Lost in the movement of waves rolling back and forth before crashing harshly against the boat surface.
As the night draws to an end, there is nothing but silence in between the clicking of my heels against the staggered cobble stone streets.
Although I am not a lover of sweet Limoncello- and climbing a million stairs in a vertical city is exhausting, I would walk up them a thousand times more, all to end the night with another Amalfi sunset. To gaze upon hues of magenta, a red blue ombre slowly spilling into the deep horizon.
Thanks for stopping by!
Ciao, Leah x