Friday, December 6, 2013

Cooking baking with Strawberry Girl, Little Darling, Doudounne and her mom. 


Happy Times






Wednesday, December 4, 2013

We stood in silence looking out over the piazza, the minutes walking ahead of us in total disregard for our unwillingness to have them go.


And then the station, a whistle, and the blur of fields.

I walk my life like streets of foreign cities. Always walking, never staying, always searching. I did not lie: the day will come when unexpectedly you see my form in the distance. 

Wait for me, Italy.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Angelino the cat of the lovely B&B 'Le Porcine' in Bolsena, Italy. 


Thursday, November 21, 2013

There is a place I visit when I am in Italy where "smiles are free".

It is a place where they remember you after a month's absence; they see you walk in, clear off your favorite table, and serve up your cocktail of choice - all the while bantering together with smiles that are free.

And what if love were free. And what if peace of mind were free.

If hugs, and acceptance, and tolerance, and hope ... were all free.



 If you are a dreamer, come in

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,

A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…

If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire

For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.

Come in!

Come in!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

In Venice I found the street on which I have always lived.

Every time I travel somewhere, I walk for hours and hours a day; through ancient cities, down avenues, over cobbly streets, I walk. And eventually my feet take me home again. But there is always that nagging, somewhat surreal but familiar, feeling that I am on a journey and always have been; that I have not yet found the place where I am meant to go.
 

Perhaps I live on Passion Street. Not three weeks ago someone said to me, "Please stop living so passionately!" My eldest curled her toes. After all, we are now two to walk the streets to somewhere, feeling not unlike ants that touch noses and then walk on, only to touch again later. It is our fate, perhaps, our destiny.

My street is Passion Street. No, it is Calle de la Passion.

I shall leave my shoes by the front door.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Sights and sounds and feelings permeate southern Italy. Four days in Rome and near Bolsena to come... 


Thursday, October 31, 2013

This couple sat down at a nearby table as I sat having a "special big caffè" - the kind that locals say will electrocute you (they haven't met me!). 

Their love was a dance. 




Their music the streets of Rome.






I couldn't resist.