http://www.seeyouinitaly.com/blog/2005/11/06/sometimes-you-have-to-just-jump-in/ Just another WordPress weblog Thu, 20 Nov 2008 11:00:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 http://www.seeyouinitaly.com/blog/2005/11/06/sometimes-you-have-to-just-jump-in/#comment-12 Fri, 08 Dec 2006 22:24:24 +0000 http://www.seeyouinitaly.com/blog/2005/11/06/sometimes-you-have-to-just-jump-in/#comment-12 [...] Lets make a list of what we want to do today: Get up late. Check. Go for leisurely coffee with friends in the piazza. Check. Decide on spur of the moment to go to Citta’ della Pieve for market day. TO MARKET, TO MARKET, TO BUY A FAT PIG SANDWICH And, thats enough list making for one vacation, we’re in the car and headed down the hill. Its only what? maybe 20 minutes from our house in Panicale so we’ve been there a few times and eaten at Piccolo Eatin’ (ok, purists may spell the restaurant: Piccolo Eden) and rented cars from Signore Giorgi at his gas station there. Things like that. But we’ve never just, you know, what IS the Italian word I’m looking for? Hung out. That’s it. We’ve never done that there. Shirt sleeve weather surprising everyone here in late fall, we’re able to stroll from shop to shop up to the city center where the market stalls are set up displaying hardware next to x-rated undie sets, costume jewelry next to collandars and everything in between. All the non necessities of life. Half an hour later we have bags and I can hardly think what is in them. Flowered purses and stripped socks figured in there if I’m not mistaken. [...] […] Lets make a list of what we want to do today: Get up late. Check. Go for leisurely coffee with friends in the piazza. Check. Decide on spur of the moment to go to Citta’ della Pieve for market day. TO MARKET, TO MARKET, TO BUY A FAT PIG SANDWICH And, thats enough list making for one vacation, we’re in the car and headed down the hill. Its only what? maybe 20 minutes from our house in Panicale so we’ve been there a few times and eaten at Piccolo Eatin’ (ok, purists may spell the restaurant: Piccolo Eden) and rented cars from Signore Giorgi at his gas station there. Things like that. But we’ve never just, you know, what IS the Italian word I’m looking for? Hung out. That’s it. We’ve never done that there. Shirt sleeve weather surprising everyone here in late fall, we’re able to stroll from shop to shop up to the city center where the market stalls are set up displaying hardware next to x-rated undie sets, costume jewelry next to collandars and everything in between. All the non necessities of life. Half an hour later we have bags and I can hardly think what is in them. Flowered purses and stripped socks figured in there if I’m not mistaken. […]

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