We interrupt this broadcast due to a bout of homesickness and wanderlust.
The Pacific is, to paraphrase Coleridge, ‘ Water, water everywhere (and not a drop to swim in)’.
I miss my home.
Exhibit A: My home in Milano.
Exhibit B: Calabria, small harbor with 'historical' outdoor nightclub attached, Blu '70.
Exhibit B1: As if it weren't enough, there is an(other) outdoor club in front this rock (Pietragrande), considered one of the most scenic in Europe.
Exhibit B2, Calabria, the coastline near my house. Tomorrow morning, this is how it will look, and August is the hardest month to be away.
Sit down, let's have an iced, sweet espresso. Hear the music.
Let's take the train next week, go to Firenze, we can stop by Venezia, certainly. Do you remember that olive bread?
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Aiello!! Don’t be homesick!! Sending you lots of hugs and kisses!!! :*:*:*
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It’s hard to teach drawing, art, architecture, history, without missing my country everyday. Like Italo Calvino, I feel like I only , and always, talk about Italia.
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I LOVE This Picture of YOU ….. Yahlellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!
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