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Pic and a Word #160: Contemplate this

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Are these the End Times? Or has it only just begun? Be as it may, there is a storm coming. First the poem. Read the title as a companion to “grumble grumble”. Contemple contemple Con temple, con tempi, with times. I hear say that these … Continue reading Pic and a Word #160: Contemplate this

This is how I like it: my small pack with a visitor or two and nobody around for miles.
Monte Argentario peninsula is full of sights like this one.
So far, only my uncle in sight. But we know it’s not for long. It’s early September, they are still here.
The view down into the greens and blues.
Here they are. Happy pest bathing. (Nahh, I’m being too harsh. I love people.)
One would hope they won’t venture on the rocks.
The water is lovely, access is hard.
This rocky “beach” is called Mar Morto because the rocks provide a shelter.
So that in this little cove the sea is really dead calm which pleases the pest. Who told me that Italians only tolerate sandy beaches, which is why I chose this rocky outpost?
On the lookout for another of the peninsula’s 17 beaches.
So pretty. Makes you want to be a boat.
If you’re a car, you do NOT try to connect Porto Ercole and Porto Santo Stefano in a neat little circle. There is a 4 km of narrow stoned strip. Bestia is not relaxed but he trusts the driver. She drove all over Crete for a month on “roads” exactly like this one. Could even take this photo. ;)
Look at the blue doors on that house!
To the second chosen one: beach L’Acqua Dolce near the uber fancy hotel Il Pellicano.
The trail is lovely and takes no longer than 15 minutes.
Promises of the beauty to come.
But there they are again! Plus it’s hot and no shade.
I know, bestia. I’d prefer you could run free too.
After a short swim we are off again.
It’s a pretty spot. Next time: umbrella, or even better, wait for October and back to emptiness.

Pic and a Word #153: My emptiness

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I shall never forget how upon moving to Italy my parents told me that I lived in the middle of nowhere. Finally. Emptiness. Where are you? When will you return? I turn my back when they arrive and run home to emerging nothingness when they … Continue reading Pic and a Word #153: My emptiness