May 2018

I’ve almost run out of May to post twenty images from last year’s for my Calendar 2018. Probably because it feels like November. Okay, really cold March.

Let’s look at some weird facts:

I have yet to go sockless and in sandals this year.

I have yet to wear short sleeves, it’s more like double long ones.

It rained for two days straight in Rome this weekend, while previously I made fun of amore who keeps expecting that every rain in Slovenia is short-lived as he was used to think in Italy.

When I look out the window, I forget which season it is. It’s lovely and green and full of flowers, but I don’t need to climb to 1800 metres on my bike in almost freezing rain like the cyclists at the Giro d’Italia – where Slovenian Primož Roglič now holds #3 spot in total with several more days till the end of the tour – so I’m not complaining. But one day it will be yellow and dry when it’s not time for it.

Be as it may, I’ve had a look through all my May 2018 photos – there are always more than usually when I have visitors – and chosen twenty that speak to me the most for various reasons.

I like my reasons. They don’t depend on boring quality standards.

The first two photos are from Rome and all the next from around my home in Tuscany where I live. My parents came on a visit for my birthday and we had a great time.

But this was last year. This May has only three more day to make me lose my socks.

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  The prettiest police precinct in the world? Piazza Farnese, Rome.

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  One of Roman hidden courtyards that is only open to public one day a year.

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  Pretty Maremma. Close to home.

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  This private soccer field I only saw in use once in six years.

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  Norwegian flag on the way to Orvieto to fetch my parents.

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  The photo that gave me the biggest chuckle of May. 😀 The first time I see my father with a basketball and then he does this.

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  In Grosseto near Via Slovenia. We went there just because of the street name.

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  Grazing goats in Grosseto.

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  Found in Saline di Tarquinia.

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  Also in Saline di Tarquinia. It was hard to leave. ❤

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  Another saline dweller.

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  Capalbio train station.

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  Poetry is everywhere.

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  The Tarquinia roundabout: not a cappuccino cup.

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  On the way to San Galgano. What you really need. Pace as “peace” not pace.

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  I left my heart in Massa Marittima. Or is it knickers?

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  One of my favourite photos of last year. Massa Marittima.

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  Grey heads spotted by paparazzo. We returned the visit this year. The man on the left is the one who borrowed me his pro Nikon recently.

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  The view from Capalbio.

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  My mother’s hand which was previously my grandmother’s which next will be mine. Plus my April poems in a book. This year I got them too. Thank you, parents!

The previous months for Calendar 2018 are here.