A summer ago, my family and I spent ten days traveling through Italy, followed by a week-long solo excursion into Spain. We began in Venice, and ventured our way around Modena (home of the Ferrari), Florence, Pompeii, Sorrento (I could swim here forever), and Rome, where I split off from the rest of my family, and continued onward into Santa Margherita. The following day involved hours of train rides across sprawling French countrysides and through sunlit coastal cities. Dinner and a swim were in order in the most incredible underground pool of my life, followed by a sound night’s sleep in Nice, France, before arriving in España.
While in Barcelona, I attended the Primavera Sound Music Festival, and spent as much time at the beach as the sun would allow my freckled skin. I was thriving on freshly brewed cappuccinos out on the terrace every morning, and sipping on Aperol spritzes and vino rosado into the nights.
I was shooting 35mm film the entirety of my trip, as I felt that bringing a digital camera was an unfitting, undesired heavyweight for this kind of adventure. I think back on this trip almost daily, and I look forward to the soonest day possible that I am able to return.
Italy, you have my heart, and France, I must see you, and more of you, once again.
Aperol Spritz and a tiramisu, per favore, grazie ~ ☻
waters of Sorrento, Italy
Venice, Modena, Florence, Pompeii, Sorrento, Rome, Santa Margherita
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onward into Barcelona, Spain
Ty Segall at Primavera Sound