Preikestolen, Norway

Was I really just here? Was it only a green screen? Strangely, no.
It is a really bizarre thing,  dreaming of visiting a place for years and years, and then you finally do. You hike for over two hours, the sights getting more and more breathtaking, until finally, after hundreds of pictures and a hungry stomach, you reach this. 

I just sat and stared for at least an hour.  I’m trying to put those moments into words, but I’m stuck. Just stuck in the feeling of reliving Saturday. I wish I could relive it for real, over and over until the end of time.

Positano, Italia.

Sucked into a vortex of white, my hair whipping around in every directions, put my ipod in on the ride down back to earth (Youth Lagoon) I can’t properly explain how amazing this was. 

You know, I’ve always seen pictures of this place, I’ve always wanted to go, I’ve always thought it was the most beautiful placeI’d ever seen. This is the island of Capri, and let me tell you - it was the most beautiful place. I know I’ve been saying that a lot about my travels, but seriously look at that water. 

This past weekend I went on a group trip to the Almalfi Coast, which is a little peninsula near Naples. The first day we took a ferry to the island of Capri, and right away we hopped on another boat and got a smaller boat tour around the whole island!
I am a little bummed though because we couldn’t go into the Blue Gotto, this tiny cave like thing with a small opening just big enough for a row boat. Once inside the entire interior illuminates which bright blue because of how the sun reflex off the bottom of the water or something…but point is that I couldnt go in because the water was too high and choppy that day :(

After the boat tour we hiked up to Capritown. There I got a fantastic granita drink (fresh fruit slushy) and  looked out over the amazing views. From there we went up again, only by bus to Anacapri. More shops, more food. But the best part was the skylift. We happened to have a giant rain cloud (although only drizzling very sparsly)  above the island, and the one-seated skylift went right up into it. The ride got foggier and foggier, until we reached the chilly top, and we were in the cloud! It was honestly one of the coolest things to be inside of a cloud. everything around you is white, with a few trees in sight. looking over the edge to “spectate” gave you a view that made you think you had drifted off into another world. 
 

psychic-knees:

David on Flickr.

This is what I did today.

I’ve noticed that when I’m drawing, if an Italian wants to look at what I’m doing, he/she will just come up and watch me draw. But if it’s an American, they shyly peek as they slowly walk past, maybe even casually loop back around and hope I don’t notice. 
I think it’s kind of funny. Drawing out in public here in Italy is definitely different than in the States that’s for sure. I think I like it better here.