Girl with a pearl earring.
She captured my gaze from the broken ground she was painted on. Her eyes speaking volumes.
Me. I was mesmerized as I stood there just having crossed Ponte Vecchio, standing since 1218.
Who was she, staring back at me? Who was I, lonely girl from a small town, strolling now along the rivers bank in Italy? How had this come to be?
So many stories between her and me.
In that one moment, in this one image, so many of my deepest dreams came to life.
Travel. Adventure. Art. Discovery. These are what bring me more pleasure than any thing I could buy or sell.
These are what make the tragedies worth overcoming. These are the moments I live for.
