Piu Lezioni
Week two, more lessons learned…
No matter what, Italian women should never ever ever dye their dark hair blond (See Donatella Versace). Italian people in general look surprisingly cool with dreadlocks and have developed a very interesting neo-mohawk-mullet look.
I wont mention any names, but a particular British-American aristocrat who was raised in Florence happened to have a strong affinity for the soft skin of young chinese boys and the black sticky tar of opium.
Wild boars are so prolific in this region that in old Italian art they symbolize the sin of lust. They also show up on quite a few menus.
The most common solvent to clean old European paintings is spit.
One can easily consume inordinate amounts of dairy on a daily basis. This can come in the form of pasta sauce, smooth yogurt, cold gelato, and the creamiest of asiago cheese that in no way resembles the hard dry kind only available in the US. And none of these come in a low fat option.
I can easily pass as a Canadian. Or a Brit. But then one guy in France asked if I were Mexican so maybe I just have an ethnically ambiguous look.
Italians should never ever ever attempt to make Mexican food, especially enchiladas. They should leave that to expert chefs. Or Mexicans.
Our villa is way bigger and our garden is way better than Harvard’s.
Italian mosquitos love my blood much more than their American vampire cousins.
Freed from its preferred vices the mind is free to explore the places it needs to.
Time and space cannot separate thought and spirit.
Its ok to be vulnerable.
