I crave color. Variety. Taking on a new role, being that other version of myself. I want to breathe in the fresh air on a hilltop overlooking the forever sparkling Mediterranean and notice the two shades of blue in the sea. I want to eat food that smirks at my taste buds and brings me those long lost flavors.
Walking little streets randomly has always been one of my favorite travel vices. I love to try to get myself lost, then to stumble back on track. I’ve found the most amazing shops and bakeries that way. Of course, I always try the bakeries.
Sometimes I see ordinary homes and imagine who lives in them. Sometimes the plants scattered around jump out at my camera. You never know what you’ll find.
For months after a trip, I can still detach myself at will, place myself back there… right where I want to be. That restaurant with the gnocchi, where my friend had that seafood plate she didn’t know what to do with. No, let’s go to the beach, to the moment when we dipped our toes into the caressing coolness of the soft tide, pulling back weightlessly, leaving silver swirls. If toes could feel happiness…
The photos are from my trip to Cinque Terre, Italy, in July 2016