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.
She Sells Seashells by the Seashore in Seychelles
I feel really lucky and grateful living in Africa (sometime). On a weekend, I can take a 3.5 hours direct flight from Ethiopia to the Seychelles, and spend two whole days on the empty beach, snorkeling, drinking coconut, eating grill fish, and lazing around. The tiny Indian Ocean island country is truly a quiet, hidden paradise, […]
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