Italy may or may not be one of the first places that comes to your mind when prompted to think of beautiful places. But I know that after this experience, it will be for me.
I love the tightly clustered buildings on the coast of Cinque Terre, that always find room for beautifully potted plants and a bright Italian flag.
The gray/blue waves that crash up against the mighty cliff is scary and beautiful at the same time.
The gentle roll of the hill and seeing the rows and rows of olive trees, or sweet green grapes up the slope of the mountain is so peaceful.
I love the gold sunset that just outlines every inch of the Tuscan hills, kissing them a sweet goodnight.
I love every cream colored house and green shutter. I want a iron balcony covered in vines and bright flowers.
Most of all, silly as it sounds, I love the wind. Something about the constant breeze here in Firenze is just magical to me. It just takes my breath away for a second and I look and really, really try to absorb my surroundings, whenever I feel that breeze (which is quite often). I close my eyes and wish I could drink in all this beauty. If I were crazy I would bottle it in a jar and take it with me. But, maybe this place is so special because I can't see it and take it everywhere with me.
But man. This is some intoxicating beauty.
No comments:
Post a Comment