Now comes part 3 of the story. This is my little depiction of life in Puglia, Italy. I mean this is what life is about for me. For those of you a little behind here is
My first experience in Florence was a solo Christmas shopping excursion in 1992. I took a train from Rome in the early morning on a Saturday in December while the rest of my classmates went to visit Tivoli Gardens near Rome (I have still never been to Tivoli).
I was wide-eyed and thrilled by the carnival atmosphere of the leather market in Florence. I knew nothing else about the city other than the David Statue (11 trips to Italy and I still have never seen it in person). So, my Florence was leather belts, wallets, silk ties, and a few other personal and family Christmas gifts. I do not think I even had my camera so I could carry all my bags of goodies home. [Read more...]
As I sit inundated by the affected twang of the bluegrass artist of the month at the otherwise excellent Catalina Coffee House here in gray, dank, and generally unexciting Houston; at long last, I begin to recount the final 2 chapters of the day that the disco birthday broke down in Puglia this summer (2010). Finally, you all get a chance to know why Juliet and I were pushing the Southern Visions Audi A4 wagon along the SS16 at 4am. [Read more...]