Last week I babysat my little brother, and cooked for two posts. This is while we were shooting strawberry rhubarb pie. This is the reality of shooting a dish.
To kick off my pictures from my recent trip to Europe. I am going to share a poem I wrote on a layover on my way home. Maybe then you can understand my love affair with this funny thing called travel:
What is it about planes, trains, boats, and cars that becons me so?
Why when I book that ticket to a far off land my hear is heigher then a jet plane?
Born traveler, you say? I have tasted the wine of wander. The rush of a foreign winds, the heat of Roman a summer.
And, you can’t take away my wander. I am wanderer. People tell me to grow roots, to settle. But they have never felt the rush of a far off sea; for if they had, they would understand. I am wanderer, you can’t take it our of me.
You can’t take it
out of me.
I am headed out to Europe tomorrow! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!
We are doing a photo tour of England and France (!!) And for a few days after my friend and I will be going back to Italy for a few days to play around in Rome. (We met back o my last photo tour in Italy past year.)
Cheers for now, from a very excited girl.