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My stay here in Fabriano is coming to a close and in the last 12 days, I have eaten enough olive oil to lube the pistons of my car for 6 months. My skin is glistening like a Victoria's Secret model and I believe I could successfully get to the end of a slip-and-slide without the aid of water. If I went swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, they might announce another debilitating oil spill and to bring loaves of bread and an appetite to help clean it up. No but seriously, if the secret to French cooking is butter, the Italian secret is loads of delicious olive oil. And they say no one does olive oil like they do. In fact, Italians have a lot of pride for many things and each region has their own special produce or specialty. They believe that they are unparalleled in the following (but not limited to): pasta, pizza, coffee, salami, fashion, pesto, and...sex. I will attest to the first four, disagree with the fifth, be indifferent with the sixth, and I have no comment on the seventh.
I neglected to mention in my last blog that my hosts run an agriturismo which
Luigi
When I saw Luigi dressed like this, I asked "have you been getting into Mario's closet again?" I thought it was pretty funny, but I had to explain the joke to him and then he thought it was funny. is basically a B&B, but they are located in the country and they are more focused on dinner than on breakfast (I would highly recommend agriturismo's to anyone who enjoys the more personal touch of hospitality). Since they cook and dine with guests on a nightly basis, helping out with dinner was one of my primary duties. I had no problem getting into the groove of washing dishes and serving guests because of my family's restaurant and I have thoroughly enjoyed the highly personal service aspect of it. Unfortunately, all of the guests are couples on romantic get-aways, instead of single attractive women who want to cuddle and be serenaded by a dashing young American singing 'When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie, that's amore....dada da da dada da da da dadada da da daaaada' (I don't know the rest of the words). Ah, so it goes.
This blog will be a short and sweet because it is late here, and I've had some wine. I am meeting up with my friend Jason on Thursday in Croatia and he will traveling with me for the last month. I am very excited, because although I am
the yard
the yard at sunset. I love it. having an amazing time by myself and meeting tons of great people, I am getting a teensy bit home sick. I am so happy that I did two months on my own, but I am now ready to travel with someone and get a different vantage point of the travelling experience.
P.S. I have no idea where the title came from, it just slipped out of my fingers and on to the keyboard like an oily meatball all covered with cheese would(and then my poor meatball rolled onto the floor?). I'm such a geek.
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Morgan
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Ahahahaha! Mario's closet.
Godd. Laughed so hard at your jokes. It'll prb feel so good to be with a friend soon. Sometimes you just need a little piece of home to come to you, and then you feel awesome! Very cool. Schlinger loves sunsets too, you two should start a club!!! Love ya!!!!