I highly recommend staying in convents or monasteries in Italy, especially for the single traveler. (They seem to offer the best deals for solos, and the rooms are also on the small side). They are safe and clean. I spent four nights at one located in the centro storico in Florence, only a 10 minute walk from Il Duomo, Despite being on a narrow, heavily-trafficked street (even in the wee hours lots of students leaving the bars), the convent offered rooms overlooking a beautiful, QUIET garden, Che bello !
Small, handbuilt, coil, no-grog Bmix cone 5, start of tear-dropped shaped vase. It ended up growing taller and straighter. Clay is drying too quickly.
When I was in school I wanted to write. I tried creative writing. Even though I had been reading fiction all my life, I felt intimidated by the word “creative” in the course title and I almost flunked it. My teacher didn’t like my story about a hairy green monster who tried to break into my house one night. I really had absolutely no inspiration for short stories and that teacher certainly didn’t help.
But I was attracted to non-fiction. I felt to me like what I had been writing since grade school anyway. I took a journalism course. I was very excited. This wasn’t long after “All the President’s Men” and the whole journalism profession looked so damn glamorous, meaningful, relevant. Plus it attracted the progressive, Aquarian side of me – it was a way to do some do-gooding! My high school journalism teacher allowed me to get on the the school newspaper after a bit of pleading (I took the JOURNALISM 101 Course but didn’t make a great impression on her. I wasn’t alone in this as my friend Susan also had not impressed her. We both had to convince Mrs. Goldman or Perlman, or something that we would impression her once official newspaper reporters. I thought I really wanted it, I am sure I DID really want it. but I didn’t really have the confidence to follow through on anything. I didn’t have any back up at home to help me though the process. Even though my father seemed to be an avid reader and might have been a good “editor” he didn’t have any interest
in my pursuits and I didn’t bother him with them. I had read some historical fiction that I enjoyed (later the popular Jonathan Jakes Series about the civil war was made into a TV serial) and decided to write
a review of this series. I never could put together an interesting sentence or two. I suspect that I tried to complicate my writing. I bet I was preoccupied with sounding smart and clever rather than just getting some clean sentences out. When you try to hard to anything, usually don’t do so well. I lost confidence and quit. Upon reflection, this event informed something that would stick the rest of my life – a terrible pattern that has followed me around through the years. Lack of confidence and giving up too easily. Perfectionism – expecting to do something exactly write the first time. I wish I had had someone who would have give me a push to continue in my writing. I knew literate people. Didn’t anyone have an interest? Why didn’t I ask anyone to help me?
Mrs. Goldman/ Perlman/ Xman, you might have taught me the best lesson of all in that class, that if you keep working on something long enough, you will get better. (or how about at least good writing = rewriting?)
Ancona, Capital of the Marches Region, lies on the promontory of Monte Conero directly facing the sea.
The history of Ancona and its Province is strongly tied to the sea. It is thought that the city was founded in the 4th Century B.C. by the Greeks of Syracuse
Good potential for a more economical trip to Italia…
An homage to the Italian language.
You can read the subtitles in Italian.
It’s so funny how cats like to crawl into small places. I put two boxes on the deck for the stray cat, cut with holes in the front and in the back and then stuffed with hay. The neighbor’s cat liked to hide inside them (he didn’t have to) but “LEO” the stray didn’t appear to trust them.