Bologna is so empty right now that the streets seem haunted. And it's getting gradually more difficult to buy stuff - something, anything - because all the stores are closing. Not just the stores: the hospitals, public offices, university, you name it. Whether you have a hernia or a broken kitchen sink, the message is the same: wait until September. All of this means one thing: it's time to go on vacation . . . in another place!
Tomorrow I'm heading to Lecce (that's the heel of the boot for the geographically inclined). I will stay with various wonderfully hospitable friends. Oddly, my most hospitable friends all come from the same city. This is a clear indication that they are worth visiting, simultaneously.
The plan is basic: beach and food. Can't wait.
4 comments:
I wish I had a rock organizer like that. I would make better use of it though. I don't understand why they just filled it with the same blend of rocks. Stupid.
Lecce sounds like it's got something to do with milk.
I can't wait till you come home for a visit.
Being a single, unemployed woman can be a lonely, but reflective experience, filled with learnings. Send your aunt a postcard sometime. She misses you.
beach and food. can i come, now that i have nothin to do?
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