Arrived in Sorrento just in time for the sunset after a day of travelling via train, plane, and cab. We had wine and cheese on the balcony, and I took it all in with my cousins from above the marina at their hotel on the cliff.
Category: Places
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Sorrento Sunset
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This Botanic Garden that I love, my favorite place to wander and practice using my camera. I’ve visited in the fall and in the winter. Now, the spring. It’s never the same. Something new is alive every time.
Spring Botanic Garden
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Ely is beautiful in all seasons, but especially in the springtime when the pink flowers burst open against the grey skies. It’s still a bit chilly here in England, but the rainbow of flowers everywhere are a reminder that summer isn’t too far. Warmer days will be here soon and, with them, a new kind of beauty.
Ely Spring
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Anglesey Abbey is the closest National Trust site to us in Cambridge, and yet, somehow we had always overlooked it. To be honest, we assumed it was “only” a giant, old house. In fact, it’s much more than a house. The grounds are expansive, full of gardens and woodland paths. There’s even an old, working mill.
It was such a nice afternoon out in the sun.
Anglesey Abbey
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A warm and sunny spring Sunday at the 163rd (72nd for women) annual Boat Race along the Thames River in London between rival universities, Oxford and Cambridge. Of course, we cheered for our hometown team, Cambridge. They, sadly, did not win, but it was a very fun day with very good friends.
The Boat Races
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Departure. Rising before the sun. The clocks sprang ahead an hour overnight and at 6:00 am, all is quiet. I sneak away as the seven bells chime. No one is out, but me. One last breath of the bay, and I’m off. The winding, coastal roads are exclusively mine. Flying free, me & the local radio.
I’m early, so there’s time to see. First, Sveti Stefan, playground of the rich & famous, nestled in the sea. Then, to the roads again, the turn from the coast to the mountains. The roads are even windier, narrower, steeper, slower. There’s a dense fog. I’m gripping the wheel until, finally, there’s a second spot to pause at blue-grey Skadar. It’s all so quiet and still.
And then, suddenly, I’ve arrived at the airport. The 1.5 hour drive is over. It’s all over, and I’m sad to go.
This trip terrified me at the start and for no logical reason. Anxiety, fear. I ignored it and went anyways – and I’ll never be the same person again.
Sveti Stefan & Skadar
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exploring & escapades 