I love travel stories.
The funny thing is, we share them while talking and storytelling but we rarely share them on our blogs anymore. Instead, travel blogs have become more about “how to.”
And while there’s nothing wrong with “how to” I miss the stories.
So, guess what we’re doing?
We’re sharing our travel stories!
The first one from me comes from in the form of this cute little piece. It’s a piece I wrote while riding the train from Rome to Trevi, Umbria, Italy in October 2015. I just happened to find it while doing a deep cleaning on my cloud drive.
It was our second visit to Rome. And boy was it completely different from our first one.
The first time was a 12 day vacation filled with a whirlwind of activities. The second started the beginning of our location independent lifestyle.
And without further ado, here is my “Ode to Italia,” part love story and part travel story.
Ode to Italia
Wheels screech on the tarmac.
David and I look at each other, massive grins spreading across our faces.
Maybe there is something about tossing coins into the Trevi Fountain.
Roma. The energetic city that captured our hearts the first time around lays out before us. Excited, we climb abroad the shuttle bus ready for our overnight in Rome.
We’re not long in the city this trip. Tomorrow we’ll transfer to our home for a month, Trevi in Umbria, Italy. But for a moment we can take a breath and enjoy the hustle and bustle as we dash off to see the Colosseum in her cloak of nighttime.
Mornings bring cars, scooters, and buses zipping and darting, racing to their destinations. The Metro, looks like a clown car, as one more person wedges into the mass of twisted body parts. Bustling grey cobblestone sidewalks fill with talkative people.
We absorb the view while enjoying breakfast on the sidewalk, with steaming cups of cappuccino and tea and chocolate filled croissants. What a fantastic way to start the day.
All too soon, we’re joining the morning commute to catch our carriage ride to Trevi.
Soon Italia’s rolling green-hued hills dotted with the silver-grey of olive branches and white puffy sheep delight once again.
The warmth of the sun’s weak rays, filter through clouds, highlighting the adventures of the day.
A sheepherder and his dog push his sheep ahead, while a blue heron dips and glides above the emerald-green winding Tiber.
Lunch of prosciutto, cheese, and chewy golden bread washed down with heavenly sparkling mineral water as we ride the streaming silver ribbon cutting across the countryside towards, Trevi, Umbria, Italy, our home for a month.
We’re ready to settle for a bit. While seeing new places is a joy, sometimes the getting there is not, and for now, we have been getting there for far too long. It’s been a week of travel before our arrival in Italia.
Soon the beauty of Italy draws us in, and we’re once again captivated by her charm, her people, and her language.
And while we look forward to the journeys ahead, today…right now…we’re happy to be in Italy. Our hearts will miss her when it’s time to go, for soon Portugal and her mysteries will beckon.
Until then, we absorb, we love, and we hope the days slip slowly by while in Italy because in a hurry to go, we are not.
If you enjoyed our Ode to Italia and want more Travel Tales, check out David’s Our Walks with Moroccan Spirit Guide Dogs.