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CUSTOM TRAVEL ITINERARY TO ITALY – click here!

($200 for a basic TRAVEL ITINERARY)

CUSTOM TAILORED ITINERARY:

$300.00 – 5 days  /   $600.00 – 10 days  /  $900.00 – 15 days

(other prices can be customized in choose your own package, contact me at: rebecca@romepix.com)

A custom Itinerary: example: 5 days / $300 : Multiple cities, resorts, hotels, any time frame, focus on specific interests and pursuits, tailor made precisely to your tastes and desires. One hour phone or Skype consultation is available by request, but there are unlimited email questions and requests which tend to satisfy most trip goals. Whatever you prefer. I can design your DREAM TRIP TO ITALY. (Rome – with Daytrips).

(including the general:) cross section travel itinerary for Italy including Rome, Florence, Venice, Capri and Amalfi Coast, Naples and Campania and Sorrento, and 4 day trips per city!

What to do, see, eat, drink, and where to stay on trips designed for: 24 hours, 1-2 days, 3 days, 5 days. 7 days, 10 days, 2 weeks, and longer.

Art and museum and architecture recommendations: what villas, buildings, and churches to visit for architecture, art masterpieces like Caravaggio and less well known works, Latin masses, Byzantine decor, choral recitals, special holiday galas, masses in a variety of languages, hidden histories of patron saints, churches built on top of ancient Roman and Etruscan ruins, Gothic churches, and major pilgrimage sites.

How to get past ALL the lines in Rome and Florence for museums.

The five museums in Rome you cannot skip!!

Best times to visit the cities versus the seaside spots.

How to walk the 3000 year old pathway of Classical Antiquity in one day in Rome.

The BEST ROMAN (AND GREEK!) RUINS in ITALY (especially in Rome) in fascinating, historical detail with maps, and a clearcut and fascinating set of walking tours through Pompeii!

Secret spots of Roman Emperors on beautiful islands.

For every budget: Hotels, air bnbs, apartments, rental villas, convents and monasteries for pilgrims, and hostels!

Slow Food Italy: eat authentic Italian cuisine by region, eat seasonally, what wines to drink where and when, the best gelato, cocktails in Rome and Naples, the best cafes in Rome, Florence, and Naples. Best seafood, best chocolates, top ten tea rooms in Italy. How to drink Italian wine and order any local dish with confidence in Rome. Shopping for deals for made in Italy bonafide artisan goods, olive oils, spices, pastas, and more. The best desserts and the best pizza in Napoli. How to get Neapolitan pizza in Rome cooked in a 500 year old oven. The local watering holes and bookshops and supermercatos – for half the cost of tourist spots. How to break your cafe bill in half like a local. FRUGAL BUDGET TRAVEL that is elegant and authentic!

30 best spots to photograph Romantic Rome and top five spots to watch the sunset. Photography tips for capturing the beauty and color of Rome. Swimming day trips from Rome and Naples. Shopping artisan goods: gourmet foods, wines, liquors, sandals and shoes, fashion, hand painted tiles, coffee beans, art, perfume, monastic and convent handmade products, spice markets, cooking schools, souvenirs and mementos. Limoncello and vineyard visits.

Easy to follow, informative, beauty-focused historical art walks of Italy.

Literary and cinematic fun and glamorous mini-tours of Rome, Florence, and Campania.

Top ten in depth profiles of the best villa art museums with museum cafe reviews and garden walks.

Top ten fountain hopping romantic walks at night in Rome.

Tons of events and easy to navigate for mums and dads with babies and children in the Family Guide To Italy.

A respectful and realistic guide to traveling in style and comfort in Italy with physical disabilities.

The Elder guide to traveling in Italy during your Golden Years.

How to see Italy solo (safely and with fulfilling solitary and group ideas).

How to see the big things in Rome and throw in a few off the beaten path sightseeing (and eating) without exhausting yourself.

The honeymooners and lovers romantic itinerary.

Students in Italy (how to get cultured and still have fun AND stay safe while you study in the beautiful country of Italy).

Green eco travel! Hikers and swimmers and nature lover things to do and experience.

(Major and minor) food allergies and sober travelers: the most in depth guide you can find on how to eat and drink beautifully and healthfully in Italy in any city or town without getting sick or centering a trip around alcohol. Support group meetings, 12 steps, and recovery guides, medical contacts, recommended doctors and psychologists and help lines in Italy.

Historical Italy: Etruscans, Romans, Middle Ages, Renaissance, Baroque, Counter Reformation, Romantic Poets and Artists Era, Victorian, Fascist Era, 1950s/1960s renaissance, Modern 21st Century Italy.

Holidays in Rome.

Seasonal delights and attractions.

The most up to date information on Holidaying in Rome.

Pilgrimages. Sojourns. Art meccas. Study art in a workshop at the Florence School of Academic Art. Take a cooking class. Go to a vineyard and attend a wine tasting. Attend a classic music concert on a rooftop designed by Borromini, overlooking the Bernini fountains and cupolas of the ancient Piazza Navona or attend an intimate opera performance in a room full of Caravaggios. Follow the footsteps of the English and German Romantics. Take architectural walking and driving tours.

Maps and many images to utilize to make your holiday to Italy fun, easy, off the beaten path, and unforgettable!

And much much much more! email rebecca@romepix.com for questions.

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what are a few more broken hearts & dreams among the millions who went before us? grasp those slivers of golden moments, pure gold dust flitting through our hands. the price of our lives for temporary kingdoms. feelings, sensations & movement before subsuming into terrain & stars

 

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I cope and I cope and I cope and I cope and I have a good attitude and I carry the hell on and can laugh at life plenty and I sleep better now but whenever I think of the widow aspect of my life I just want to die since day one, and that feeling has not lessened over time. I just find the idea of facing the futility and pointlessness and absurdity and sadness and emptiness of this life makes me want to die, and it probably always will. Am I going to kill myself? No.

I even went on a diet/recovery plan so I’d stop *slowly* killing myself being circus fat. I do counseling once a week through IFS and mindfulness meditation and step work. I bought a treadmill. I meditate every day. I do grief work daily since day one. I talk to trusted friends and am totally in touch with my emotions and express them. I don’t take drugs. I don’t drown myself in alcohol. I cut down on caffeine.

I even work from home almost two years (we will see if I can continue that or not). I light candles. I make myself do things every single week that gets me out of my comfort zone. I let myself rest or sleep late when I need it. I make sure to have completely alone time and allow myself to have my own space. I try to volunteer to help in a variety of ways. I cleaned up my yard. I had a handy man mend things. I am vigilant about home security and I hold onto the railings on the stairs now. I pay my bills. I take vitamins.

I go to every doctor appointment they want me to make/attend. I go to the dentist. I keep listening to educational lectures and learn new crafts and skills every month. I make more salads. I drink more water than I ever have. I intermittently fast. I see a nutritionist. I stopped jumping up and bending and reaching for things too fast in case I pull something now, ha ha. I stretch before and after an exercise machine.

I write my feelings out. I say no more often. I work on guilt and on anger. I make new relationships and tend old ones. I talk to him a lot. I read Stoicism. A lot of it. I take pictures and do other therapeutic things. I try to work on my business (7 days a week but at a great pace). I wash my car. I watch birds and bunnies in my yard. I enjoy every sunset and sunrise I catch. I enjoy the rain and the sea wind and the sound and vistas of the sea. I enjoy the trees and flowers.

I decorate for the holidays. I answer the phone instead of avoiding everything and everyone for days and days. I get surgeries if I need them, I get tests, I take pills for ailments, I clean my sinuses, I shower regularly, I brush my teeth, I wash my clothing, I don’t let clutter or mess pile up more than a couple days and I try to keep things neat and even manage to half the time. I cleaned out the old broken furniture and bought and deliver and arranged new ones. I try to make the home peaceful and lovely. I bought new loafers after wearing my all my 15 year old shoes out. I bought some clothing to replace my (literally every single shirt) clothing with holes in them. I colored my gray roots. I cut my dead ends. I cut my nails. I kiss his pictures. I think of the bad along with the good to be more balanced.

I practice gratitude. I do errands whenever energy and hope seize me like sunshine and renewal. I admit my many mistakes without freaking out too much and try to hope to do better. I acknowledge my strong points more now. I listen to others more. I follow others less often and turn toward my instinct more now. I try to live in the moment.

I’m doing what I am supposed to be doing, whatever that means, and I still want to die when I stop and think what life is, what death is, how absurd this is. I just want to die. I want to die. I want this to end. I’ll never ever kill myself. Truly, I won’t.

I know death is coming for me one day not too far away. So there is no point in hurrying the inevitable. It’s just interesting how banal every thing is, whether you do wrong or you do right, whether you go carpe diem mode or whether you’re a drone… you may feel better far more often living a more conscious and dynamic true to your self life, sure… but the banality of life in its absurdity, and the fact that we will love people we will never see or feel or know ever again in this life or upon death, the final black veil of nothingness, the descent without a landing, that it will all have been just for the fuck of it now in the moment, and not for a greater purpose or meaning.

Maybe that’s what makes it so intense I suppose? Maybe love wouldn’t exist if we were eternal or if an afterlife actually existed in a realm where we remained our personas attached to our current bodies and memories?

Maybe we need annihilation for love and that’s the trade off, that’s the human sacrifice for a handful of golden moments in a lifetime of suffering, a few shining golden moments you hope you’re clever enough to catch before the curtain drops.

And even if it ever opens again, and you fall into some kind of eternal return, you won’t be you, you won’t remember, you’ll have to do this again and again and again, perpetually alone, born alone, torn from love, dying alone, the shadow enfolds you as you un-become, and born again possibly, recycle your energy but not your story, and not your love, an ouroboros of energy forever chewed up and spit out by the cosmos, by logos, like some joke you fall asleep on just before they whisper the punchline.

a secret garden to the sea

There is an overgrown but perfect secret garden path behind an old villa in Sorrento we stumbled upon one day, and we followed down the rambling, winding trees and shrubbery and lemon and olive trees and blossoming flowers and into the shadows of green.

The further in we wandered, the thicker the growth grew. And yet everything was lush and cared for. Nothing dead, nothing abandoned.

We could smell the sea and the sun rays in the air, carried through cracks in the dense thicket. And so we followed the salt and the promise of blue until we reached the top of a cliff cut thousands of years ago, overlooking the crashing sea and rocks. The birds cried and dove for fish and soared the bright skies. We were alone in our own little paradise. It’ll be ours forever in memory.

Circe in the moment / Napoli

It’s the moments that flicker past your half-closed eyes — like blinding patches of sunlight you can’t help but look directly into — for that sweet temptation of pain that’s warm and bright and just stinging enough to feel more alive, more wild, to feel right now — but you turn away before you burn because we all want to see again eventually, we need to see clearly the far off promises of beautiful experiences something just within reach, a blue horizon haze of blue and gray and green … some imperceptible breath away from the first day of the rest of your every thing. Every thing that will make it all worthwhile. That will make you worthwhile.

That will make you before we’re all undone in the shadows. ———

Napoli is a metamorphosis, a beautiful growling animal built by Circe’s hands, singing songs to travelers who love a little doom and gloom with their beauty.

Death becomes her.

Autumn In Rome, Italy.

Autumn In Rome, Italy.
Persimmons and Cupolas.
Church bells ringing in your ears awaiting the final hour.
The sun turns steeples and domes from cream-cracked marble to a slow-burn deep gold.
Everything shines in this orange hour, a last flash in the pan, you want this fire and this flame, you want the flush and the heat before stillness and sleep… and indigo creeps in and this gold turns orange, turns pink, … turning into navy and finally violet skies before disappearing into black velvet.
The shadows of the city reappear out of the cracks and crevices and pockets like Victorian roustabouts on a silent crawl looking for trouble, somewhere, anywhere, always, trouble waves them over since time immemorial.
The outline of the city is a different joy to behold in the evening.
Families make way for the lovers under the gas and electric lamps.
The Eternal City never feels the same way twice in a night where life is always on the cusp of being tasted, of being taken. Roma feels like ten centuries in one burst, a slow, deep, long kiss before dying.