The sun cast a glare on the windshield, and filled all three of us with warmth. Driving along the sea, each of us from different worlds, backgrounds, coming together to find common ground. We laugh and listen to the Italian radio while the light sets a bright pink ball and gives us a satisfaction that this trip may be the only one of its kind. Pictures flash through my memory of the past three days, and how even if I tried nothing could have came together this perfect. The soccer player from the Netherlands, the bastard son of the King of Belgium, and I, an American girl in search of an adventure over Spring break. We rode in a 1980's model Ford van and cooked fresh fish on the grill. The sun set behind us on the beaches of Otranto, and then rose to see us, the first ones to see the morning in Italy. Boats from every point float on the seas in Brindissi, and we eat fresh clams and shrimp on the key. I have learned the art of doing nothing, fa niente. And as we go our separate ways, each holding visions of our experience together, we know we will meet again.
Riding in the van on the lungo mare to Brindissi I would have used a very wide angle lens, and open up the diaphragm to capture the driver and the inside of the van clearly, while allowing the colors of the sunset to come through the background.
Sarah
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