A Farewell to Sand Charms

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Vineyard in the Montello hills

 

After a day at the seaside, an evening and then night out for a dinner on the Montello hills. Now I understand why so many Australians, Americans and English wish to come and live here. Or at least spend their summers here. Being a tourist in Italy is a priceless and invaluable experience and privilege.

Hemingway knew it too. He loved these places, even if he experienced a tough time in his life here. First WW is everywhere to be seen. Read A Farewell to Arms.

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on the road in Montello

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Montello Hills (Treviso Italy)

 

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Enjoy the distance!

© Dom

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Inspired by Cee’s Black White Photo Challenge ~ in the distance

Wish to visit the a. m. Italian areas? Have a look to this site for any further info (written in Italian and English)

 

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Memories, To Be Kept

Keeping on, during the winter, waiting for this longest day of the year.

And it is really worth it. Really is.

I hop onto my car, a big bag full of the usual stuff (sunglasses, a book, my Kindle, the daily newspaper, some pens, a notepad, sunscreen lotion, and a beach towel) and I head toward the seaside.

Summer: the only time when I feel glad to be born where I was born: Italy. Among many things that don’t work here, the weather (and the food) is one that hardly let you down. It starts in April, the first warm days when you can drive to the seaside. Walking in peace on a wide silent open beach, no beach umbrellas, no noise; just the first warm breeze and some clouds in the first deep light blue sky.

And then June is here. The 21st of June. The longest day. Still sitting outdoors in the garden while sipping a good glass of Italian wine. Watching my beloved wonderful family. Memories, to be kept.

©Dom

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Inspired by the Daily post today’s one-word prompt ~ summer

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Travel hints to my homeland: Friuli – Italy