Viva la Italia

I shot this picture in Athens. It's one of my favorites.

I don't know what it is about this picture: whetehr it is the mere display of affection or the fact that I have got it on camera? Is it the fact that it confronted me with mixed emotions in a foreign land: joy for their love with a pang of envy on the side?

Or is it that looking at this picture takes me back to that lazy day in Plaka when I strolled about with no real purpose but to take in Athens? Is it in remembrance of the warm sunshine of that wintry afternoon and the lingering taste of my taverna lunch?

Or - in the larger scheme of things - does it remind me of the days when I could actually just up and go?

Or .. or .. or ... is it simply the travelbug biting again?

October looks like Italy for us: Arafaat and I. We haven't been on our honeymoon yet, so maybe that will be it. Is it still a honey moon if you go after your first anniversary? I guess it's a bit like asking "Is it still a baby shower if you're seven months pregnant?" or "Is it still a graduation party if you've long spent your first paycheck?"

I'm not complaining. I'm anything BUT ....

So off to Italy, eh? here's a little peek of what might be in store for me :)