We can’t get enough of the Tuscan countryside

Captured by Mark Tegethoff

From my randomly found vantage point I watched the day break over a 30km-long series of bizarre amphitheatres and pinnacles, all rich-reds and yellow-oranges; the kind of image that burns into your memory. And it was a fluke made possible only by travelling in a campervan.

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.

It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.


  1. For the first two weeks I lived with a local family in the capital, San José, whilst volunteering as an English teacher for adults.

    1. And it was a fluke made possible only by travelling in a campervan.


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