I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
fish market in Catania, Sicily, Italy.
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Places I’ve Been. This fish market was the smelliest, most wonderful place I ever spent a Saturday morning looking at things bleeding. Their swordfish steaks were truly breathtaking, along with all other manners of different sea creatures, like fresh sea urchin cut open right in front of you to inspect, and octopus whose tentacles still were trying to grab onto things for purchase.
You know you’ve spent a lot of time someplace and have a whole lot of love for it when you recognize it, blanketed in snow, by the storefronts.
I’ve walked between those stone balls the woman with the red umbrella is, but it never snowed this much in Firenze when I was there. Ohhhhhh, how I miss it, even with Vermont-like amounts of snow. I would give a lot in life to be in a cafe sipping on an espresso right now after an afternoon of shopping.
I spent a wonderful weekend here with all the women in my family for my grandmother’s birthday when I was younger, and my aunt and mom and I shared a room and loved looking across the street into people’s apartments and watching the bizarre things they did when they thought no one was watching. We watched a woman try to match her bras to a dress, two gay men tango, a dude do chin-ups, and other random things. Voyeurism? Yes. Totally entertaining and a great insight into human nature? You bet.