"One never really knows how much one is being touched by a place until one has left it." Thomas Jefferson
To my husband of thirty years, my wonderful traveling companion. For you I would cross another ocean. To my parents. To the people of Campania.
What I thought would be a simple winter business trip to Rome many years ago was actually the start of my love affair with Italy.
The view of the Gulf of Naples bathing in the glow of the setting sun is just as mesmerizing as I remember. Immediately, my eyes are drawn to the unmistakable profile of Vesuvio, to the surrounding open plain and to the path we traveled on today. In the lush valley below the hotel lies Sorrento, at the edge the sea. Directly across the deep blue of the Bay of Sorrento is Naples. Does anyone ever get tired of looking at this panorama I wonder, jealous of the people living here.
Nothing stays the same, which makes each trip truly unique.