Cambodia Lesson #13
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Jul 31, 2014
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Scenes from Positano, Italy.
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Jun 26, 2014
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Positano. Teal door. Brown eyes. Handlebar mustache.
Gratuitous Kissy-Face Photo, Ravello, Italy
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Jun 19, 2014
Sigh. Yes. Another kissy face photo. Why? Because I’m leaving for Cambodia on Friday, and I won’t see him for nearly three weeks. Because it’s one of my favorite pictures from our trip, and I forgot to include it in my photo round-up of Ravello. Because my eyeliner looks really, really good (and let’s face…
Dinner On Our Hotel Balcony, Amalfi
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Jun 18, 2014
The evening after you get back from Ravello, and your cab driver has just ripped you off to the tune of 20 euros, you will not feel much like spending more money on a lavish dinner. Besides, your lunch was lovely and late, and you aren’t particularly hungry. On that evening, is it perfectly acceptable…
Scenes From Ravello, Italy
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Jun 17, 2014
I may have given you the impression that the only thing to see in Ravello is the Villa Rufolo. And that’s not entirely right. Sure, the Villa is the full-sized Reese’s peanut butter cup in your Halloween bag: hands down the best thing in there. But if you look around a little, you’ll find a…
Rand, 3 Minutes Alone With My Camera, Villa Rufolo.
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Jun 9, 2014
“I have to run to the bathroom. Here, hold my camera.” “Okay.” “Wait, why are you smiling?” “Huh? No reason.”
Scenes From A Nighttime Walk, Amalfi
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Jun 3, 2014
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In Italian, because when in Rome Amalfi … La fontana:
The Village at Nightime
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Jun 2, 2014
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At nighttime, the village glowed yellow as the light bounced off the stone walls and roads. It felt like the set of a movie. And I kept chasing the leading man through the shadows.
Giggling at the Fountains in Italy
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May 19, 2014
Sometimes I think I have the maturity level of an 11-year-old. Other times, I am absolutely convinced of it. We’ll be walking around someplace beautiful, and instead of taking in the amazing architecture or historical significance of the place, I’ll be doubled over, laughing hysterically because there are two stray cats getting it on in…
