As I mentioned previously, the story of my Italian adventure started with a bit of comedy and ended with a tragedy. A few weeks before the trip, I had photographed my father's wedding. It was a very small ceremony at a local wedding chapel.
While I was in Florence, (having just witnessed the wedding above), I got a long-distance phone call from my dad at the hotel. His new wife's mother had just been killed in a car accident. His voice was filled with grief, and I was thousands of miles away, there was nothing I could do except express my condolences. When I returned to the states, my entire family was in a state of mourning and the funeral was just devastating. It was a very difficult time. Quietly, I developed my photos a few weeks later and tucked them into albums.....but no one really wanted to hear the stories or see the photos from the trip.
Its been 9 years since this trip. I've looked at the photos a few times, but I'm excited to share them here, now.
Perhaps we were all a little boy crazy, or maybe it was the attention that we got from the Italian men, but I think most of the ladies on the tour all fell in love with our tour guide, our gondola operator and even an Italian waiter or two. The men in Rome were especially friendly, whistling and singing and saying things in Italian whenever we walked by.
Venice was one of the most incredible cities I have ever been to. It is a photographer's dream. With all of the incredible architecture and the picturesque passageways and waterways. Even a line full of laundry is a beautiful scene.
|Its not a real vacation until you feed something cute out of the palm of your hand.|
here here and Italy part 1 is here.