Thursday, April 9, 2015

On our way

A handful of songs crammed onto an old iPhone carried our cross country Italian road trips. These few will always remind me of the thrills and scares of mastering stick shift on the autostrada and speeding around windy bends to find a mouth dropping sea view or eating juicy blood oranges on the road and getting our clothes sticky. Sand and dirt and paint all over the floor. The stop and go and stop and go and constant can we park here