Torello is a small village down the mountain from Ravello on the Amalfi Coast in Italy. Every third Sunday in September, there is a reconstruction of the first invasion of Pisani. The Virgin Mary is paraded around the village and the festivities begin when she reaches the central cathedral. All the houses of the hamlet are illuminated by lights that change colour and a massive fireworks display to represent the sequence of the four historical events: the battle, the fire, the pillage until the defeat and the driving out of the Pisani.
Sep
04
Queue up and wait.
This one I’ll never get. Everyone will get on the plane. They’ll spend 10 minutes calling your name over even after everyone but you has boarded, before they close the door. And yet as soon as they call general boarding, everyone lines up and waits.
Sep
04
On my way to Italy, a la Paris.
The flight out of Chicago was delayed. We were eventually informed that one piece of luggage needed to be removed from the belly of the plan because it’s passenger had not boarded. “They’re looking for, they have to find where it is, well, they know where it is, they just need to find it…” We took off an hour late.
Sep
03
Again With The Italy, or What’s All This Then?
The power of circumstance has landed me in Italy again this year. Twenty-four days to last year’s ten. This is officially the longest trip on which I have ever embarked.
The clouds outside look like bubbling geysers of whipped cream.
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Sep
25
Listerwurst?
In the loo this morning, I look in my little bag and I see on a bottle “URST”. The first thing that pops into my head is “liverwurst”. That in and of itself was random enough, but it still didn’t make sense. So I stop, clearly it’s not liverwurst, it’s mouthwash, but I completely blank on the name. I know the name and am attempting to remember it with “urst” on the end. Then I remember. It’s Listerine. The flavour is Fresh Burst. IT’S NOT LISTERWURST. NO ONE WOULD BUY THAT.
Sep
23
Hurry, hurry, hurry up and wait.
I drove like the wind, flying off a high from a presentation I had just finished at work. My mum was a bit panicky (as per usual). I had been up the entire night before packing, had to be to work early for the presentation, give it, and then drive straight to the airport from there.