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Experiments in Time

After the failed endeavor with lentils last year:
In our infinite wisdom, we ask our patient waiter
(Previously the cook, later a harried multi-tasker)

How, pray tell, to cook the lentils right this time.
Only his answer, of course, comes back in roughly
The same Italian as what Dante immortalized in rhyme.

Cameriere e cuoco, I now know. Should we listen
Long enough it may reveal why the word bathroom
(Bagno) keeps getting spoken in our cooking lesson.

According to the due lingue directions on the bag,
There’s no English translation of Non mettere a bagno.
Google informs me it means “Do not bathe” (soak them?).

But the hypothesis of this entire experiment, set forth
By our kind native witness, seemed to be (beyond a doubt)
That any cuoco would have to know to soak the lentils first.

One of My Favorite Spots

If only I had managed a decent shot
When I posed “Rebecca At the Well.”

Where’s Waldo?

Outward bound from our place, brave children were just getting into harness:

By the time we got back from the Rocca, Spoleto Alpine Club was in gear:

Just When We Thought Our Heavy Sweaters Were for Naught

Wintry winds quickly drove us inside everywhere we went:

Their Kind of Day at the Office

My Kind of Colors

My Kind of Italian Homework

My Kind of Stationary Bike