Rome is in the summer. She always embraces me with her full heat. The pine lined boulevard and eternal monuments, dry aqueducts, melting gelato, thieves reaching into pockets, loud street sellers, Romans and Tiber make the city living in a constant summer even in the spring. In the Circo Massimo area where I was staying this time, the street is clean and wide, the flag flies high, and the view towards the Palatine Hill and Piramide are naturally breathtaking.
Alaska – A Winter Wonderland
Words are at lost when attempting to describe Alaska, the land to the North. I flew to Fairbanks, in hopes to witness the northern light, or Aurora Borealis. But as I found out, the land beneath the dark sky is as enchanting as the night lights. The water, hills, animals, and people of Fairbanks all […]
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