06 Saturday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
One, if by car . . . an easy way to get yourself killed.
Two, if by foot . . . a sure bet on the same fate, since between the church and our place falls the shadow of N. 3 Flaminia . . .
Only a closer look at our trusty map seems to reveal a path beneath the roadway. And so we are off . . . on our mid-day adventure . . . News at 11:00pm . . .
. . . Little News: Sun’s hot. Doors lock.
Great Views: olive grove / treasure trove.
Pictures: The grave’s a fine but private place.
06 Saturday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
04 Thursday Sep 2014
2013: Unknown driver awaits our anxious looks.
2014: Eagerly for us, Laurie and the Calder await.
Teodelapio (with monuments behind) captured by iPhone – Own work.
In the distance, steel framed in view, two of the town’s ten places “not to miss”: Rocca Albornoziana and the Cathedral of Santa Ma
ria Assunta with the piazza del Duomo.
04 Thursday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
This gallery contains 2 photos.
From last year’s skyline terrace, the Duomo in Florence laid out all her grandeur against the city’s moonlit sky. From …
04 Thursday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
The passage of time.
For the two of us, today,
up & down, back & forth
along the passageway.
(Picture it in your mind’s eye.
{Between me and the iPhone,
the untold length of la passeggiata
awaits its rightful place in Pictures.})
02 Tuesday Sep 2014
Posted in Food
Kitchen, cuisine. And other good stuff.
With these words, I begin the slow food movement that has given my blog its subtitle. Cooking, for us, surely will move at a snail’s pace in our cucinino.
On our first night in Spoleto, fat chance of that, even with a steady rain warning us to stay home.
The menu at Nove Cento (Nine Hundred), casual fare, looked just right on the website: nice and light.
So of course the corner windows were dark as pitch. Turn back to the left, toward a more familial-looking haunt, brightly lit.
No way I can put dinner into words (way too much pasta in my mouth for that to work!).
And no chance of posting Reb’s photos (at best every other course gets snapped, on average, in a doomed epic contest to remember).
In their stead, a great link. Story and pics are both on the blogpost menu–as tough a choice between them as the one we faced over dessert.
01 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
31 Sunday Aug 2014
In the span from Charlotte to Roma, a person finds the time to grow old. Ask an aching body, a weary mind.
In the span from Charlotte to Roma, that old person spares the electronics to fuss with the paper and to stare into space.
In the span from Charlotte to Roma, the one in retro phase nods off once or twice, but far too briefly.
In the span from Charlotte to Roma, other odd pairings come along: a) two meals to pick at; b) two flicks to check out; c) etc., d) my dear old “etc.”
In the span from Charlotte to Roma, neither one of us can see why “Beam me up, Scottie” shouldn’t work.
Touchdown: Eternal City, an hour late.
24 Sunday Aug 2014
Posted in Travel
I’ve been thinking about our upcoming flight from here to eternity (or Charlotte to Rome, as the attendants at US Airways would say).
I’ve been thinking about slow travel, the kind that lets us nestle in Spoleto for seven weeks with just a few side trips.
I’ve been thinking some about another grand adventure from Here to Eternity, the Commedia I will carry with me on an Air Book.
I’ve been thinking about family, the dear friends we’ll be leaving behind at home, and the close ones from afar that we’ll meet up with at Venice Mestre.
I’ve been thinking about this prompt, overused to the point of driving home the point of a carriage return in this first post.
I stop for now, awaiting the many connections that lie ahead.
