SANCTUARY OR OASIS? 
Somewhere this scene exists. The closest I've observed to this idyllic picture was in Capri, Italy.
Situated on a walkway high above a cove or inlet or fjord (ok, it wasn't a fjord), I was able to look far down into a cove or inlet (you get the idea) and marvel at the spectacular scenery.
Rock walls on both sides exposed a thousand feet drop to the clearest water I've ever seen. Somewhat like Caribbean water, emerald next to the shore, yet somehow so much purer looking. A solitary road snaked its way around to the base of a couple of huge rocks.
A blanket, twice the size of a normal one, was spread out perfectly with nothing tying it down. Picnic baskets complete with bread and Italian wine were off to one side. Well, that's what I figured was in them. Maybe some bruschetta, too.
Just off the road was a European sports car, sleek and black. Parked at an angle for a fast getaway if needed.
A couple completed the picture. The woman could have been this woman in the picture. The man: a stereotypical young Italian. He swam for awhile while she chose to catch some sun under a perfect Summer sky.
The others in our group chose to climb higher, go to a restaurant, sit on benches and look the other way at a forgettable view. But not me. Mesmerized, I stood and watched the couple. And the surroundings. Oasis or sanctuary? I'd say sactuary for I think they had been there before. And if I ever return to Capri, I know where I'm going.
Somewhere this scene exists. The closest I've observed to this idyllic picture was in Capri, Italy.
Situated on a walkway high above a cove or inlet or fjord (ok, it wasn't a fjord), I was able to look far down into a cove or inlet (you get the idea) and marvel at the spectacular scenery.
Rock walls on both sides exposed a thousand feet drop to the clearest water I've ever seen. Somewhat like Caribbean water, emerald next to the shore, yet somehow so much purer looking. A solitary road snaked its way around to the base of a couple of huge rocks.
A blanket, twice the size of a normal one, was spread out perfectly with nothing tying it down. Picnic baskets complete with bread and Italian wine were off to one side. Well, that's what I figured was in them. Maybe some bruschetta, too.
Just off the road was a European sports car, sleek and black. Parked at an angle for a fast getaway if needed.
A couple completed the picture. The woman could have been this woman in the picture. The man: a stereotypical young Italian. He swam for awhile while she chose to catch some sun under a perfect Summer sky.
The others in our group chose to climb higher, go to a restaurant, sit on benches and look the other way at a forgettable view. But not me. Mesmerized, I stood and watched the couple. And the surroundings. Oasis or sanctuary? I'd say sactuary for I think they had been there before. And if I ever return to Capri, I know where I'm going.
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