Southern italy

One of my favorite things about Italy is its timelessness, its unhurried and nostalgic atmosphere. Sicily was the first place I traveled to internationally, at 8 years old, and it doesn’t feel like much has changed since then. Why would it? They’ve about perfected the “way of life”. To make things more sappy, I recently found our old PowerShot that came with us on my first trip here. It’s outdated and slightly rotted, but I like to think that adds to the effect. So naturally, I brought it back with me. You see the allegory here?