Yes, this Saturday Flavia and I had our new runaway, or getaway, or we-did-it-our-way, and here are some glimpses.
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I just love it how we go about it: decide just a day before, select possible destinations, choose the meeting spot carefully. Our idea was to run from the heat to the nature, possibly woods. Trees were not that many, so instead we were lake-hopping, animal-watching and gelatoing – which should be a verb – in Lazio. Here is Flavia’s post from one of the lakes.
But first we had a look at a new town Sutri which has an amphitheatre where we met. I may have been a bit late since I just had to stop by a quaint church that I met on the way. And as we said goodbye and were on our ways in separate cars, a certain ruin called me from the road, and now I cannot find it on any map. I could have been dreaming but I have a photo.
And the next day it was playoff basketball Sunday and the legend was born: Luka Dončić brought his team, Dallas Mavericks, from -21 points deficit via overtime to victory with a step-back three-pointer in the last breath of the game. He is 21. Now they are even with L.A. Clippers, two victories each, and in a few hours a new game begins. I’m really curious how you go on from something like this.
As for Flavia and me it’s easier: we win in every case, every time. We just need to go.
Church of Saint Anthony Abbott near Monte Romano told me to stop. 
Right… my year of birth. Properly ancient. 
This is a bit older. The Roman amphitheatre at Sutri. 
It’s full of passages and arches. 
And the chairs are spaced out. 
Sutri is officially one of the prettiest towns in Italy. 
It’s small, pastel and compact. 
A water feature. Sutrium is its old Roman name. 
A window. Flavia looks at them as I look at doors. 
And the wind cries Mary. 
The first lake was Lago di Vico. Properly zen. 
The restaurant Lido dei Pioppi was on my list for some mysterious reason. When we arrived it was empty. 
I had a coregone, Common whitefish, from the lake. Flavia’s raviolo was also filled with fish. 
An optimist waiter. 
As we were leaving, all tables were full. 
This is a nature reserve and it shows. 
Flavia is showing how much the bamboo grows in a day (or a week?). 
Greetings from your explorers. 
Everything is better in company. 
On the search for a new lake. These two horses have birds for company. 
Black mama sheep went downhill to fetch her white baby sheep. Flavia called it emotional. 
Lake Bracciano and the town Anguillara Sabazia. 
I love it how the species coexist. 
It’s life and it’s determined to stay. 
This swan goose is far from home. Originally it’s from China. It was Flavia’s favourite. 
The mysterious ruin. In another country it would be a major attraction.
Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed) 
My dear it’s always amazing to do our getaways and then read about them. Palso this time, reading you, I kept in saying, I was there, I was there… Almost to convince me! Because somehow things look different when you see with somebody else’s eyes.
You took a shot from the lake that is really impressive and I also loved the Chinese goose one. By the way, is it really Chinese? How amazing! It’s been a crazy day, one of ours. Meeting somewhere and ending up somewhere else, taking pictures, laughing, getting lost, eating and gelatoing… I totally agree, it should be dignified with a verb in the whole Italian península 🤣
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Thank you, Flavia! Hihi yes, we will invent a new verb! 😀 I refused to get properly lost, we will do it when it’s not so hot, ok? I’m wondering now why we didn’t go to see Bracciano the town. For sure it’s lovely too. Yes, I had a look at the types of geese online and the swan goose seems the most similar. I have a similar feeling when I look at your photos from our trips. 🙂 It’s good this way. We create two parallel realities.
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Yes, Bracciano is lovely. Whenever you want… You’re taking me back in time and places that I didn’t visited since a long time 🤗
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You didn’t take a swim?
So beautiful. Italy is really amazing.
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Thank you, Bojana. Yes, it’s true, I didn’t. For some reason I was not tempted even though I wore my swimsuit. I’d quite love to race the swans.
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heh heh. Jimi Hendrix smiled….
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I hope so, Lois. 🙂 And if he didn’t, you did. Thank you.
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Amazing amphitheatre! And I love the shot of Flavia’s window 🙂 🙂 Great you two can get together again. 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, Jo. Yes, it’s great indeed. And that it’s life in the streets. Italy is a good place to be right now.
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Such idyllic pictures:)
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Thank you, Moon! It was a splendid day, if a bit hot. Hope you’re doing well too.
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Wonderful, interesting images and post. What a beautiful town. Fun day together!
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Thank you so much for coming over, Jane, and for your kind words. It was a great day! These photos are from several towns. I liked the look of the one by the lake the most.
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Beautiful! It does seem very soft, very welcoming and warm in a gentle way. The food has me ready to order in lunch!
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That’s the right impulse, Joey, thanks. Also, I’m glad I got to read your August post today. So many things resonate. I’ve got so many photos from my two weeks in Slovenia and so little wish to show them. Avoidance of expression. Suppression. Oh yes.
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