What's up, travel bloOooOoOg?!
I hate that. But I did it anyway.
Anywho, feel free to experience the real-time artifacts of a teenager descending yet again into an abyss of coffee, stress, rushed meals, etc. By that, I mean that this is what I was working on but struggled to fully complete due to an onslaught of just about everything work-related surging into my life after June.
So here's a work-in-progress pushed out the door. I really thought I was going to come up with something poetic and profound for this trip — because it deserves much more than even that — but honestly, all the warm, lovey feelings are tucked away in my head. And that's fine with me.
(Oh, and I'm soon to be 18. That's a whole other fiasco. I don't even know what I'm going to do.)
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(the image quality does drastically improve if you click on a pic and right-arrow through the gallery of pics instead of scrolling down (which is nice but also blurry pics, pal?)... but whatever works for you)
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Above: A book that drastically shifted my perception on Italy. A book also responsible for plunging me into a void of emptiness one year ago.
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BYE, JUNIOR YEAR!
ROME
France, 2020!!!!! :D
A memorable lunch.
A moment to seal away forever.
fmk.
ASSISI
SIENA
TUSCANY
*gaping holes in photographic documentation, yes, I apologize
Taken on our way to the homing pigeons.
FLORENCE
best friend, current crush, first love. make your choice.
PISA
CREMONA
MILAN
CREMONA
(again)
VENICE
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italy was a dream. truly, truly a dream. in a few thoughts, our week or so darting around italy was mango and strawberry gelato, complaining about things while enjoying them so very fully, bus rides, inappropriate humor (which i cannot get into now without a little sadness plucking at my heartstrings), failed romances (tuscany), ends to friendships (happy 27th, ethan), beginnings to friendships, unending references to the same movie (and yet elio and oliver's love story i will still gladly treat as metaphor and live by), ham and cheese but really elevated, olive oil, working around extreme money deficits, laMpOnE, deep conversations (termed now as DMCs, a term which i could not abhor more), hoping for a triple that never happened, getting tired of people you love a lot, taking pictures, and more pictures, seeing a lot of art that changed you, in the best way possible, and daydreaming under the italian sun.
you know what was absent from the trip? the trombone solo. (sorry.)
everything about the trip just seemed so perfect, in a way that life doesn't usually lend itself to. maybe it's a summer thing. maybe.