For me, living here is like the morning of a special event: a wedding, a family reunion, a big game or marathon or other things of that ilk. It always feels like something really special is about to happen. And while I miss the lakes of Varese, here I am surrounded by vineyards, gorgeous trees, and more statues per square metre than I have ever lived among. They are everywhere, always watching, always offering some story, some element of spirit emulating from beyond the cold, hard stone they have emerged from.
I am nesting near the Euganean Hills where Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley spent many a long day meandering the landscape dreaming up beautiful ways of describing it, which allows me to be lazy for the time being because as much as the landscape around here makes me want to wax poetic, I can’t come close to Shelley.
A few glimpses of the inspiration…
This page will be a work in progress until the day we leave and probably long after as I try to catch up with all the wonderful moments and discoveries. For now, a hodge lodge of images in no particular order taking on walkabout around Padova.
I love all the murals around Padova. Some of these are by local artist Kenny Random.
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