Its a rainy day in the NYC, and I just feel like writing about a bunch of things that will probably only make sense to me. Take this picture.. for some reason its become my pride and joy and its because its the thought of exploring a completely different career path. I know nothing about nothing when it comes to photography.. and really can't give up the day job to explore the freelancing world of bountiful photographers.. but this picture lets me live in that world.
I think it represents to me at least... figuring out what the hell we are doing at age 25. Mellow-dramatic.. maybe a scoach, but I sure as hell know that I don't have it figured out, as much as I would like to tell myself that I do. So in the meantime, while I pretend to go on and know what I'm doing.. I just keep looking at this picture to remind myself that one day...maybe one day- I'll actually get to live in that fantasy world I like to escape to.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
25 Flowers
Viva Italia
This summer was quite the adventure. Giancarlo and I set out to visit his family over in Northern Italy in a small town called Fano. The Beverly Hills of Western Europe. Our travels began with an 8 hour flight from New York into Milan, then a 2 hour flight over to Ancona (with my baggage still left back in Milan) and then a lovely 30 min. train ride up the coast of Italy to Fano... but the views are breathtaking.
Many days started off at the ever-so popular Lido..all I was missing was my cabana boy bring me a pina-colada with a multi-colored paper umbrella, but hey- thats for next summer. The 80 degree water was like being in the bahamas, and the time easily passed quickly with a nap under the Lido umbrella!
When we actually decided to be productive and venture out in this historical land... we decided to do the 4 hour train ride to Venice. 4 hours.. each way, on the hottest day of the year. Nothing but a Venitian adventure, and Vegas has nothing on the real deal. All four of us, Me.. Giancarlo, Marcello and their mom weaved our way through the tiny streets of this popular city. I have to recommend going there, but I do suggest going in a month that is not overrun with tourists and not 160 degrees out. But, it was still worth the 8 hour round-trip train ride.
