Jessica, Sept. 15 2010 7:30 am: Skinny dip in the ocean. Church bells ringing from high above. They sound heavy and ancient. Yesterday we toured through the little shops of Vernazza before hopping on the train back here to Monterosso. More bells now, from the villages too, lighter in tone and not quite in harmony but beautiful and pure anyway. Sound of waves only, when the bells stop.
We ate along the beach last night, insalata and lasagne al pesto, beer and sweet wine and biscotti.
Too bad tourists are so annoying. Underlying disdain everywhere.
I am inspired to write everyday but have not, yet. Typical.
During dinner we met Igor from Croatia. He sells paintings from table to table. Igor is driving home to his girlfriend in Croatia next week, and offered us a drive. We may agree.
Today we are going to Asti to see our friend Flavia and looking forward to it. She is an artist, translator, mother of three. It will be good to see her.
We ate along the beach last night, insalata and lasagne al pesto, beer and sweet wine and biscotti.
Too bad tourists are so annoying. Underlying disdain everywhere.
I am inspired to write everyday but have not, yet. Typical.
During dinner we met Igor from Croatia. He sells paintings from table to table. Igor is driving home to his girlfriend in Croatia next week, and offered us a drive. We may agree.
Today we are going to Asti to see our friend Flavia and looking forward to it. She is an artist, translator, mother of three. It will be good to see her.
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