10 Wednesday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
Sundays, we clean house. (Most of Italy seems to take the day for family.)
Rainy days, we wait on cloud breaks for the trip to EuroSpin (supermercato).
Days after (another big adventure), we sleep and eat, aim to write and paint.
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
“Steep.”
“Tall.”
“Steep.”
“More resourceful than the folks in Raleigh when it comes to solving mass transport.”
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
I’m still working on the Italian. Longing, as well, for the photographer’s eye.
Click here for a first-rate image, plus the critical exchange that accompanies it.
I, on the other hand, am still pealing back Euros, like onions, from my belt-pack and trying to decipher the history and the dynamics of this two-day commercial festival. (At least we found the short-sleeve shirts to beat the heat. Porchetta, I shall save for another day.)
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
With talent enough and time, I might not commit a crime against the sensations of “Sensational Umbria.” But don’t count on it (or wait for it).
Instead, thanks to the marvels of the web: here at your finger tips is the reason, one of them anyway, that we decided to make our first day-trip to Perugia:
Click here for Exhibit web site and get a taste, at least, of what we enjoyed this morning.
09 Tuesday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
“Turn around, idiot, turn around.”
“I swear, honey, this alley really is the right way to the exhibit.”
“Steep hill ahead. Turn around, idiot, turn around.”
“Here is the perfect beginning, day-trippers, to your forays into Umbria.”
08 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
The family Osteria promises “Vini e Cucina,” and our weekly return to it yields:
a) feast as good as (maybe better than) before; b) friendly neighbor who offers help with our choice of a scrumptious dessert; c) kindly addition of Sambuca to cap off the meal; d) life story told in great spirit, together with a few history lessons, the wife’s editorial revisions, and a glimpse of her cell-phone pics.
08 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
Booty not at all in the derogatory slang sense. By no means. Booty, rather, by way of the Middle Low German bute (originally a taking of the spoils, say on the order of what we tourists do). More generally, any prize or gain, as with these signs of the same:
07 Sunday Sep 2014
Posted in Art
07 Sunday Sep 2014
Posted in Art
Tabletop, Step #1
07 Sunday Sep 2014
Posted in Bookstand
Despite its teetering pile, the nightstand has picked up another book. Plenty to choose from in this holiday retreat.
Something about Anastasia told me it was different, though. Dedication grabs the eye: “Happy birthday to U. All the best!”
What have I beheld? Disinterest? Boredom? Or re-gifting? Back track to “Early Praise for the Ringing Cedars Series”:
Bob and Ted; Carol and Alice. No last names are ever used. Almost as odd as the “salvation” discourse fulfilling them.
To stay with this pick? Else to put it down at some point? An existential choice in reading usually avoided in school.