To Rome With…Curiosity
My camera and I have been in Rome for two days now and I’m still wondering why. This is not my normal sort of vacation or photography destination — usually I’m drawn to remote parts of the world like Africa or New Zealand or Antarctica. There’s nothing I dislike more than large crowds or huge swarms of buzzing tourists.
But Rome has been calling me for more than two years. I know that sounds strange, but it really is true. For absolutely no reason at all, thoughts of Rome became more and more insistent: I really should go to Rome. I need to get to Rome. I MUST go to Rome. Eventually, I gave in and bought a plane ticket. Now I am here.
Can a place really call a person? Why would Rome call ME?
I’ll let you know if I find any answers…