//the very beach my mother grew up by. (Canon 30D)
Going to Marina di Carrara was a great experience. This is the marina where my mother and her family grew up. Now, she and her only brother (and family left), had the chance to share their stories with me and show off where they lived, had shops, learned to ride a bike, fell out of a fig tree, etc.... This is the beach right in front of their home where they spent their evenings. My mother insisted on wetting her feet in the tide, I followed suit (though ended up soaking my jeans) and Stephanie joined in as well... by fully losing her pants to frolick in her undies.