I’ve been to Rome a couple of times but I didn’t take a lot of pictures. It was a phase of my life when I wanted to just live in the moment and was tired of snapping pics.
During that phase I also happened to travel a lot and so I’ve been to many places that I have no record of: no pictures, no calendar entries, no ticket stubbs…
This was obviously before the smart phone era – these days it’s so easy to track where you’ve been afterwards with automatic GPS in your phone, etc.
I always say I love North Italy – which is true – but I also say it because I honestly can’t remember the names of all the beautiful medieval hilltop villages I’ve visited there so I have to generalize. I would make a horrible travel guide writer!
I’m all about the mood and the atmosphere – my memories are mostly visual (so photos do help!) – I tend to forget the names of even the loveliest places, foods and hotels. But I remember how I felt, what I ate, the clothes my travel buddies were wearing, our conversations, and the view from the window.
For some reason, this is one of the few photos I ended up taking in Rome, and one of the few I’ve kept in my digital “Rome” album – my entry to Cee’s Odd ball challenge this week. I always love subtle quirkiness.