It began harmlessly enough ... gate-climbing as soon as I worked out the 'how' of it.
Another memory from long ago, quiet excitement ... a gap in the hedge that surrounded my childhood home. They closed that up pretty quickly once they realised how I was slipping away.
Me and my trike, then my bike, traveled far and wide ... or as far as my lazy legs would carry me. Then came the car and that seemed like the best freedom so far, until I flew over to Istanbul. And zipped off to Rome. Then ended up in Belgium, discovered France, Holland and every place else in Europe was easily reachable.
'Gate-climbing' on steroids.
Then Genova, Italy. That place I keep on returning to ... since 2008. That exquisitely ancient city surrounded by beautiful hills and the sea.
These days I can wander where ever I want but I keep returning.
I recently had 14 days in that city I love ... the stories and photographs follow, from November/December 2014.
As always, grazie mille to Paola who introduced me to the reality of her city and who makes it possible for me to constantly return.
Listening to The Sweet Remains these days, specially Ghost in the Orange Blossom Air.
