Portofanciness
So my mom calls me the other day, just to tell me she's in "Portovenere," Italy.
"Porto What?" I say, pressing the phone against my ear. "I didn't even know they had Porta-Potties in Europe."
"Portovenere" she says. "I'm overlooking the Mediterranean. It's eight in the evening here."
"Wow, well, I hope there's a lock on the door. I hate when somebody busts in on you like that, and you're all--"
"Italy!" Mom yells.
*****
I'm really happy for her. Two weeks in Italy, she gets, jaunting around here and there, and actually spending the bulk of her time near Cinque Terre, where Lope and I were planning to go this year before the move and everything happened. I can't wait to see her pictures.
In the meantime, I found this online, courtesy of Mr. Todd Adams, and it looks just beautiful.
Thanks, Todd Adams! And go Mom!
2 comments:
That's hilarious. The picture looks beautiful. Could you buildings ever being colored like that in America? Maybe New Orleans, but even that's a stretch.
That photo must have been taken from my hotel, as that's the exact view I had. It is truly beautiful.
I have 420 pictures from the trip, so it looks like I'll be very busy downloading this weekend.
Love and hugs
Mom
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