Twelve Euros to watch The Fisher King? OUCH!!!! One of the worst films I've seen, ever! And that was in the olden times when I did go to the movies (last time I did that was in 2002). Otherwise, yet another five-star job! GOOO GOOO Sharon!
Oh dear. Only part of an old movie....drats. Not likely to find little baggies of corn or soybeans "grown and packed in Lowell Indiana". So you have to make do with prunes and pigeons. And gorgeous scenery and an Italian dictionary. (which you've already memorized to be able to work there). Can I miss Indiana when I'm still here? sometimes...
You certainly conveyed the mood suggested in the title. I can imagine how alone one must feel on a drizzly Sunday in a country far from home. I would buy a bag of oranges and stop at the Baby Bar for a couple of Peroni's.
Very nice, Sharron! I think I can identify with your travel funk. At the train station in Rotterdam I found an RC Cola and a Hershey Bar. I needed something familiar. Just sat down and took my time. It tasted great.
Twelve Euros to watch The Fisher King? OUCH!!!! One of the worst films I've seen, ever! And that was in the olden times when I did go to the movies (last time I did that was in 2002). Otherwise, yet another five-star job! GOOO GOOO Sharon!
I just bought some prunes here yesterday! Seriously, yes, I understand what it's like to miss your home and how food reminds one of it....
Nothing like a few prunes from California with your Manhattan (reminding you of NY?).
Have you written about your work in Italy? I'd love a glimpse into that...
Wandery Sunday indeed
Great evocation of the atmosphere. I felt drizzly and cold just reading this!
Oh dear. Only part of an old movie....drats. Not likely to find little baggies of corn or soybeans "grown and packed in Lowell Indiana". So you have to make do with prunes and pigeons. And gorgeous scenery and an Italian dictionary. (which you've already memorized to be able to work there). Can I miss Indiana when I'm still here? sometimes...
Molto piacevole, Sharron!
You certainly conveyed the mood suggested in the title. I can imagine how alone one must feel on a drizzly Sunday in a country far from home. I would buy a bag of oranges and stop at the Baby Bar for a couple of Peroni's.
I am reminded of being in China - it was only for three weeks, but that MacDonalds breakfast never looked or tasted so good.
This is beautiful, Sharron!
I've never seen 'The Fisher King', but regardless of the film I too would have wanted my money's worth! How absolutely extraordinary!
I'm so glad you found a taste of home in those prunes.
I would love to visit Milan. I have no desire to eat a prune though. Or a date. Those items bear too close a resemblance to a dead cockroach.
Very nice, Sharron! I think I can identify with your travel funk. At the train station in Rotterdam I found an RC Cola and a Hershey Bar. I needed something familiar. Just sat down and took my time. It tasted great.
I love Milan but not its prices. Esorbitante really truly unbelievable 🤨