Our original intention in setting out north on the train was to see Camogli, located very near Portofino, where a free fish fry for hundreds (thousands?) of people is held each June. Pall had been telling me about the huge metal pans that were used for the event, now on display on a wall . . . → Read More: Camogli, Rapallo, and a Mexican Meal
(At this rate, I may NEVER catch up to current times, but I’m working at it! )
I took another “giro” around my neighborhood (a “tour,” a “turn,” a “stroll,” a “trip”), and, as always, had my camera in hand. This was on 17 February, still overcast and cold, with rain during the day, . . . → Read More: Another giro around my neighborhood
I’m prepping photos and blogs, but I have come up against a crippling technical problem. I’m completely unable to upload photos into the blog text. My “tech support” is on his honeymoon cruise with my daughter in the Carribbean (that would be my new son-in-law, Chris), and will not be back to help me . . . → Read More: Technical difficulties!
I’m back in my beloved Florence, moved in, and moving around. This has been a slow beginning for me, and I’ve been wondering if jet lag hasn’t finally attacked, after toying with me for several years. I read in the Wall Street Journal while on the plane that the Arabs believe that . . . → Read More: It’s cold, but it’s ITALY! I’m here!
One of the traditions of Florence that I have heard about many times, and never gotten to observe, is the historic soccer (“calcio storico”) games that are played in the summer, with four local teams of young men playing off to the final game on the Festa di San Giovanni, St. John . . . → Read More: 24 June: “Calcio Storico” is Historic “No-Rules Soccer” in Traditional Costumes
I had been invited earlier to the wedding of Giorgio and Michelle, in Beirut, and just didn’t get “my act together” in time to accept the invitation and go to Beirut, in spite of the US State Department’s dire warnings not to go. I was a little ambivalent about missing that wedding . . . → Read More: 20 June: A Tuscan Wedding and Reception in Florence
(Part 2, so maybe this “divide and conquer” thing works! I suppose I just overwhelmed the system with all the photos and text, and it would not post. Finally, the end of the story of the Infiorata! No suicide for me!)
. . . → Read More: 14 June, Sunday: The Infiorata and Corpus Domini (part 2)
(I have been unsuccessful in posting the photos and story for the last day of the Infiorata–and that sounds so much more calm than the way I feel at this point–so I must start all over and make the post smaller, “too large” being my . . . → Read More: 14 June, Sunday: The Infiorata and Corpus Domini (part 1)
Saturday was an early start—5:30 a.m. Two cars full of members of our squadra got out early, and went to the mountains to pick fresh ginestra, the plant we call “Scotch broom” in the U.S.
"Ginestra," our Scotch Broom
Anna drove our car, with Stefano, Leonardo and me. Rino, with Dorotea . . . → Read More: Saturday, June 13: The Infiorata artists get to work
Friday in Spello, Paola and I took the morning off and took a “passaggiata,” a long walk on a trail between Spello and Colepino, the “antico percorso pedonale,” or “ancient walking trail. Her choice of this walk was purposeful: the trail along the “Acquedotto Romano” was a project of Stefano, her brother, . . . → Read More: Friday, June 12: Day Two in Spello for the Infiorata