The warm scents of the Mediterranean followed us as we turned inland from Italy’s Mediterranean coast and headed toward the mountains. We could see through the early spring haze that there was snow up there; an unlikely rumor from under the palms that dotted the promenades of the coastal fishing villages.
Reaching the summit of a 14,000 foot mountain, a 14er, fills people with a sense of accomplisment — the fresh air, the beautiful view, the aching muscles. To have a token for their hard work, most people take a snapshot, but artist Lisa Martin paints a picture instead.
It rains for the first time this summer in Athens during my stay. A welcome plummet to the brooding temperatures. The days are humid and seemingly eternal. The sea swells in ridiculous blues and greens. Whole towns converge to swim. Cicadas hum vacuously in the sultry air.