I mentioned in the first post of this blog that this is our fifth trip to Italy and how much we love coming here. I started thinking about just what is it that draws us back? Why do we enjoy it so much? Why do we keep doing this? Obviously from some of the photos I have posted so far the scenery is a driving force for sure. It just looks so different, warm, and pleasing to us. But there is more to it than that. A lot has to do with the daily experiences we encounter that are so “out of the box” compared to those back in Houston. Today when we drove up to a little town to find a dentist to glue one of Laura’s crowns back on her tooth, an old man came up to us and started a wonderful conversation with us as we sat on a bench in the middle of his little town. Never mind that he spok zero English, and Laura was working hard to catch every fifth word of his Italian. When was the last time any of us talked to a total stranger?
Some experiences make you laugh, others test you and your ability to solve challenges (some of those while driving). Others warm your heart at the interaction of people so less commonly seen back home. Then there are the ones that are just plain different that cause you to think. Why don’t we do that? Not that what we do is wrong or bad, just a different way to look at life.
Here is a little tour. Enjoy.

We saw this guy in the piazza outside the Duomo in Milan. He is dressed in a suit, carrying a bouquet of white flower, engaged in a serious conversation on the phone and apparently looking for someone. My guess is an equally well dressed lady. From the little time we watched she never showed.

A street vendor sits on a stool with a bundle of palm fronds at his feet. He is folding and creating various insects and reptiles from his green origami work. People stop, watch, and occaisionally make a purchase. How they pack them and get back them home is anybodies guess.

Cars from somebody other than GM, Ford, and the Japanese. They are almost all small without a doubt, and gas is darn expensive. Some are very good looking vehicles that I wish we had back home.

Small religious shrines dot the city and country landscape. Some are definitely very old, but it is not surprising to find fresh flowers and a new candle burning in them.

First question: How many cars does it take to fill a silo? Second Question: What the hell is an autosilo? Third: Is it different than a “parking structure”

The average American absolutely stinks at driving compared to the Italians. Oh sure they drive fast, red lights are an endangered species, STOP signs are a suggestion and they are REAL close to each other, but your hardly ever see a banged up car, and we have yet to see an accident.

A highly decorated “street artist” (my term) stands stone still and tourists pose next to them for photo ops. It is ‘polite’ to put some coins in the plate.

The variation in color and texture on the exterior wall of a church. You can kinda, sorta, almost pay to get this sort of thing back home. But it just isn’t 200 years old and have the same look and feel.

A condom dispenser on the side of a building along the street in the center of a town instead of at a dingy highway truck stop.


OK, two things: 1) You can’t post a picture of ruins and provide no explanation. 2) You also can’t post a picture of a random condom vending machine without explaining why the hell you’re posting a picture of a random condom machine!
Every time I read this blog and can hear Daddy’s awful sense of human and recreate in my head conversations you two have had about the things in your pictures, it makes me a little sad, because I’m not there to experience your guys’ joy in person.
I love you!
-HUGS-
Good catch, Claire! Dad’s gone back to make repairs…we love that you are with us on the other end of this blog! Hugs, cara!
“Human” is supposed to be “humor” 😀
Loved the autosilo! Don’t recall seeing one of those. Was that red car just exiting or attempting to turn about? Hummmm!