With the prospect of my impending Miami-Boston trip at the end of the September looming, I’ve taken to going through old photos of the summer I spent backpacking through Europe. It was a full decade ago, and even though I remember so much of it, I realize that there is yet so much more I have not discovered.
So in my current bout of nostalgia — and also because I need a distraction from the current circumstances of my life — I will be posting some of my favorite photos from that summer, in the days to come. The photos will be color-treated because the difference in image quality over the years is astounding.
Italy is one of my favorite countries, primarily because of its incredible history and the vast importance it has placed on the arts over the centuries. I miss walking through old courtyards and well-kept gardens, and I miss looking at the centuries of masterpieces that one can barely believe were created by names we have only ever heard or read about.
I miss it especially now because I would rather be anywhere but here. What seems so dangerous (and unhygienic) to a 30-year-old now felt so free and exciting to a 21-year-old then. Hopefully the next one will take me through South America, because what seems so dangerous (and unhygienic) to anyone else now feels like the only option for me come next year.