Good is temporary. At least that’s what I tell myself. Bad will eventually return. I came to Italy with a runny nose, and then my nostrils later dried up, and whatever viral strain that was permeating in my ecosystem left. Tonight we’re in Naples, a seaside town that is home to 1 million residents. Fresh... Continue Reading →
Gelateria next to the hotel is out of ice cream. But croissants are available. That would be like going to Dairy Queen and they say there are no Blizzards, but you can order shrimp and fries. “You want?” the bespectacled Italian man behind the counter asks. “No, grazie,” I say, sternly yet politely. G and... Continue Reading →
Ripped off, again. Lil bro just had to get another gelato. Not his fault though. I didn’t say no to excessive sugar either, even though it’s only 1:13 P.M. “17 Euros,” the dark-skinned Italian woman says. I already took a couple bites of the mint ice cream, otherwise I would have handed it back. “17?”... Continue Reading →
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