Week 9 of the Indie Travel Challenge 2012 is all about la bella Italia.
There’s plenty for travelers to love in Italy, but it can definitely be more challenging to get off the proverbial beaten path – it’s popular, remember, so you’re not going to be the only person visiting. This doesn’t mean it’s not possible to have an indie travel experience in Italy – far from it – it just means you might have to work a little harder to do so. And that’s exactly the kind of extra effort that can sometimes lead to the greatest travel rewards.
What’s the best indie travel experience you’ve had in Italy? Or, if you’ve never been, what’s the place you’d like to go in Italy more than any other (and why)? More generally, what do you do when you visit popular places in order to have an indie travel experience?
Long lazy morning which starting with KP slumbering whilst I sat by the lake in the early morning sun, drinking coffee and watching the residents of the aquamarine waters go about their morning business. The fish are HUGE! And so many of them.
Making the most of the quiet, tranquil time I had a rare girlie moment and tended to my, by now, rather shabby toe nails. Bit of a shape and a trim and a chipping off of the last of the nail varnish (no nail varnish remover, so my finger nail had to do), and they were almost as good as new. I'd bought some scarlet nail polish in Pescara yesterday, so that went on next. Actually, I didn't mean to buy scarlet. I think there must've been a strange lighting in the shop, as I thought I was buying a slightly less hussy-like burgundy. So here I now find myself, a rather disheveled traveller trying (and clearly failing) to forge a beatnik hippy image, but with scarlet hussy toe nails. (Must try harder at beatnik hippy image.)
KP came and joined me for a bit, admired my toe nails and watched the lakeside activity for a while, before wandering back to do last night's washing up and make breakfast. Scrambled eggs and fresh salmon. Big yum scrum. However, it was very clear that a deep-seated yearning for a fishing rod, that has slowly been growing within him, has now become a deep emotional need.
|Jaqs & kayak|
|Jaqs & fishing rod|
|KP, a strummin & a chillin|