Dreaming of Italy (again)

I go through periods where I am homesick and all I can think of is touching the green green grass of home (Wales). Other times my homesickness extends to my second home - Italy. I think of the colors. The colors that take my breath away. The blues of the sea, the yellows of the lemons hanging on trees everywhere, the red of tomatoes that are truly sun ripened, the white of the freshest mozzarella. I miss the vibrancy of the color. It has been a long winter here in Washington state and that has not helped with the yearnings. So when sickness kicks in, I head to my photo albums and browse through. Or I take to Google and just search for images that ease the pain!

For your pleasure....






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