There is Life after Roma
Rome was an amazing city, and one of contrasts. Here is sthe closest thing to sea kayaking I could find:
(excuse the quality of the pics while I am away. I am using a Rube Goldberg set up to get them posted and edited...but I digress)
This is the closest it came to white water action:
There were beggars:And there was garbage...everywhere:
So, we followed the signs and headed by train to Florence, then by car to a villa up in the hills where they grow olives and make oil (oglio...the g is silent)
This is a view looking out from our tent, and above is our camp site (we are, of course, roughing it. The entire place isn't ours:).
Now, more than anything, I want to respect the local culture. So, Having had bread, cheese, fruit, etc. for lunch, I must decide whether to siesta or join Lady Linda pool side. Desicions. Decisions. Desicions.
Y'all paddle safe...
DS
1 comment:
With your sandals sitting by the window, is that your means of egress--or just airing them out?
Thanks for sharing your experience with us, nice to see the clear skies there, something we haven't had for a few days now.
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