The unforgiving heat of Rome.
Water threatening to disappear in bottle.
Vatican stuffed to brim with art.
Unexpected tears listening to Andre Boccelli.
The hushed beauty of the Sopra Minerva.
Tingles singing Ave Maria at St Peter’s Basilica.
The colour of Italian language.
History lessons waiting just around the corner to be discovered.
David poised ready to battle Goliath.
Duomo spires tracing speech bubbles in the sky.
Dodging traffic on Italian walkways.
The generosity of friends just met (thanks everybody).
Understanding the smile on the face of an English fellow singer.
Crossing Abbey Road like a Beetle (intentional spelling error).
Intricacies and speed of British underground.
The best of all things being singing in front row seats at Royal Albert Hall in London.
Getting through customs and security checks at Heathrow and Tullamarine.
Realizing, and appreciating, how much was done for us by Matthew, Jonathon and the tour guides.
Wondering why Melbourne looks so small.
Wishing I could repeat experience but good rest first