I don’t know if they actually say that in Italian so I mayhave just invented a term. Still that’s the way I think of it. I had, with the help of Barbara (and some help from Cesare) arranged a lunch with Italian friends that was timed for just a few days before my departure. The […]
I have often gone through or past the Piazza Santo Stefano. It’s one that’s made up mostly of relatively uniformly sized small stones that are hard to walk on and when riding in a bicycle threaten to shake loose tooth fillings. It also the place where they hold the monthly antiquarian market. Those are the […]
Since my volunteer work has now concluded I decided I’d take a little time and do some more touristy stuff. That’s usually not my thing. I’d rather go into a hardware store in another country than into a church. New stuff in each one with it’s own type of fascination. Still I was feeling guilty about […]
As the long weekend including June 2 approached the buses finally were experiencing a sciopero (strike). This was an all day event and occurred on the Friday that I wanted to go to see Franceschina (that’s the little Francesca). I had been there once before on Friday but she was sick. So I made the […]
