July 10, 2013
Walking the Italian Riviera
My hostess indulged me with local knowledge about the "good beach". It was a hike.
Fresh pasta counters
I shared my plums with an older gentleman who asked me time in Italian. I was so flattered and answered in Italian. But then he asked me if I was English. LOL I think it was my Pacific Northwest pale skin rather than my diction. Anyway he accepted the plum and we talked about what we used to do a million years ago. I'm on the Italian Riviera. Pinch me. I must be dreaming.