Matteo, my Leo friend. Its fun to see him again and be in his world of little Italy. I say little because I havn't seen anything big yet. Small towns, small vineyards (people's yards, really), short hours for any business, small and fabulous and warm colored.
These pics are from a strolling adventure me and Lace took today. Our plan was to bike, but after too much time trying to fill a tire and move a seat lower for my little legs, we just walked. Threw some beautiful, moldy cheese, olives, cherry tomatoes and carrots in a container, grabbed a bottle of Susso...a red made by Livio Felluga (where Matteo works), and a glass jar from the recycling box to drink it with. Alas, we were on our way out into Italy.
Strolling on small streets with expansive views of fields of corn, wine grapes and cute houses with clay tile roofs we looked, chatted and smiled. Yee haw. Hello Italy.
Ciao. Took a turn up what looked like a park or trail system. Couldn't really read the sign, but it had the feel of an interpretive sign you'd see at the entrance to a park, so we headed up. At least there wasn't a no tresspassing sign which I've come to recognize.
Corn, love, goats, and ideas sprinkled into the corn as we walked by like dust that lifts as we walk. Every step we take, every day of our lives moves some dust into the air that was previously stagnant. We are energetic beings and as we move dust and settled molecules, it sets other things in motion. Movement begins.
And never ends. Every time we move: follow a whim, move a few extra steps to smell a flower or touch a stone we create change however small you see it. It moves and keeps moving.
Every choice, every deep breath, every arms-lifted stretch of your spine creates change. Even thought is movement. "If thoughts can do that to water, imagine what they do to us". Masaru Emoto's studies of human thought on water molecules is outstanding. Check it out here if you haven't heard.
On our way back we stopped at a "bar". They didn't have much but Lace wanted an espresso. So I joined her (this travel is all about indulgance). I also got some wafer with chocolate-hazelnut filler that was delightfully dipped in the holy-strong-and-bitter-espresso, or as Matteo told us later, its just known as a cafe around here.
Moments filled with cameras, food, drink and relaxing today. What will tomorrow bring. I am going to drive in Italy. Scary. These folks drive like new Yorkers but crazier. We're going to visit Matteo's vineyard tomorrow and tag along while he does a tour and tasting with some foreigners.
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