Pulled in by the scent of leather, a night of solo travel is transformed into the best Tuscan wine, a double life as an Italian handbag seller, a midnight dinner of 5 kinds of pasta,& circling michelangelo’s david on the back of a scooter at midnight,
Archive for August, 2010
August 26, 2010
Leaving the barren beauty of Sardinia is bittersweet… But florence & tuscany & cinque terres & new couch surfing hosts await.
August 26, 2010
Treking through red granite hills of heat & unexpected pleasures- a thirst quenching spring, sweet blackberries near dried on the vine, wild mint, fresh figs, owl and the music of sheep bells. A wild cat howls at the rising moon it’s primal cry reverberating across blue light flooded stones
August 24, 2010
Stone and green and coral villages sitting on heat soaked hills. Full moon and glistening sea. A colorful cast of characters greet the solo traveller who returns to herself by seeing everything anew.
August 17, 2010
Calamari roasted on an open fire, at night the manor fills me with the sweetness of memory and wine while outside the streets hum with tourists, bread from la madre , fresh figs & cactus fruit.
August 12, 2010
he wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn’t sleep… An hour til my (delayed ) departure …soon the busy-ness will become beingness..
August 12, 2010
The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn’t sleep… An hour til my (delayed departure)…soon the busy-ness will become beingness..