Mt. Etna, Taormina, Sicily, Italy. Etna, joy of my heart. Point of reference wherever I was. The first time I realized I wouldn't be able to use it as a compass was like mourning the death of a loved one. The moment you forget their gone and you reach out to call them and it hits you all over again. Like a rug pulled from under you and you slam your chest to the cold hard ground.
Taormina, Sicily, Italy. Too many steps to get down there and damn too many on the way up. It was always beautiful to see on all the curvy turns to get there. Glad i was the only one taking in the scenery on the way the. Those roads were treacherous.