The springtime blossoms are spiraling through the air like snow flurries and my hay fever is going crazy, but right now I couldn’t care less:
It’s just so easy to. This tiny region in central Italy is often overlooked but if anyone knows how to pack a whole lot of goodness into one small region, it’s the Umbrians. So much that it will leave you wanting more.
No, I’m not at all done with talking about Italy but I thought I would mix it up a little, keep things interesting. Besides I am just too excited to keep it to myself any longer.
I am in Iceland!
This is a dream come true for me. Iceland has been on my travel radar for years and it’s still a little surreal that I am actually here.
“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.” Michelangelo Buonarroti
After a week in Florence, gazing upon so much fabulous Renaissance art and architecture, my eyes were beginning to ache with the beauty of it all. Seriously, they really were.
Even if you fight against it, there is a point where it becomes easy to slide into a sort of nonchalance if your days are literally saturated with something you love this much…
It is such stuff as dreams are made on: sipping Chianti wine, in Chianti.
Today, this is no dream. Although, it is decidedly dreamlike….a little too much Chianti, perhaps?
The Chianti wine region in Tuscany evokes ridiculously romantic images of miles of undulating green hills sprinkled with pristine vineyards, traditional stone farmhouses…and some of the finest wines in the world!
It’s been four years since I last soaked up that glorious Mediterranean sun in Greece. Four years since I travelled from one island to the next on the Blue Star ferries and dined on Moussaka and Greek salad at waterfront tavernas.
I can’t believe it’s been that long! And yet in six weeks I will be there again.
I think it is safe to say that I am beside myself with excitement!
“Pilgrimage? Hmm, that sounds like a lot of religious mumbo jumbo to me”
(I’m sure I’ve heard someone, somewhere say this)
It’s true, the idea of a pilgrimage is usually associated with a religious ritual or rite of passage: the pilgrimage to Mecca in Islam, the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem in Judaism and The Vatican in Catholicism.
But I am going to help myself to a little creative license here and suggest that any journey or travel can be considered a pilgrimage: and a non-religious one at that.
Even the name excites me. Iceland. A land of Ice.
I am told Iceland is a place that you fall blissfully in love with and keep returning to, again and again.
This tiny island that floats on the edge of the Arctic has intrigued me for years. Its vast open spaces; the rugged natural beauty; iceberg choked lakes; thundering waterfalls; the largest ice cap outside the north and south poles; the elusive northern lights…who wouldn’t be intrigued by Iceland?
But I never imagined going there alone.
How many of you have already forgotten your New Years resolution’s?
I have.
Something about making more money, finding eternal happiness, drink less red wine…something, something…blah, blah… Read more
Travelling is something I plan to do for years to come and having a home base in Australia means long-haul flights are an inevitable part of getting from A to B. Finding ways to cope became a priority for me a long time ago.
So what do I do to survive?
I’m not saying any of this going to make things awesome, but it could help to take the edge off a little. Read more
I am going to be upfront with you: long-haul flights suck. A lot.
Profound, I know.
You thought you were in for some philosophical musing on the art of air travel, didn’t you? And now this! I apologise sincerely. Read more
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