My proficiency in Italian has improved exponentially, the idiosyncracies of Italian culture are almost like second nature now, and my appetite for good pasta has not waned yet.
I think though, that there is much more that makes Siena home to me than recognizing a few locals by face and warmly being greeted with a "buona sera," or being able to weave myself through the local and tourist traffic on Via Montanini without knocking someone's gelato over or stepping on any toes.
It is probably deeper than how Siena, no matter how hot it is, is probably a few degrees cooler than any other city, or how the streets are immaculate compared to other places. Probably...but I can't put a finger on what it exactly is...
Sono Cinese Americano - di San Francisco e di Siena.
Nice ring to it.
Here's some pics of Venezia. Frank said that this place was the "most romantic place in the world. You will cream yourself there." When I asked him if he did, he answered "Yes. And I was single." Enjoy!
The train to Venezia was so fast and comfortable!
St. Mark's Square at night
Kids feeding the famous pigeons of Piazza di San Marco (the food has birth control in it)
"Bomba Mix" fruit at the Mercato di Rialto
The next generation gondolier.
Ciao tutti - Baci, baci!
-Teo
1 comment:
About time you had an update! Have topped a cherry on your cream?
Que bene Siena has been good to you. Does calling it home still have you clenching your nose on a crowded bus?
I bet you must be getting fat eating all that pasta. At least your a happy fat and not a sad fat.
Look forward for more stories.
Ja matta ne!
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