Virgilio Yum Yum

Wow!

I've got this friend of mine called Virgilio.

No, he's not the same Virgilio who helped Dante get out of Hell,

but they have something in common anyway.

My Virgilio helps people get out of that peculiar kind of Hell usually named

"Vale of Food and Tears",

where the hungry are condemned to gulp down things like

chewingummy pizzas, canned lasagne, macaroni mousetrap cheese, deep frozen wine and so on.

Ok, my Virgilio will take all that junk food out of your mouth.

And he'll lead you in front of a proper dish of proper food, properly cooked, and...

HOLY CANNOLI!

I'm getting outrageously hungry!
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Life is BLUEtiful

I woke up this morning thinking

"Gee whiz! I got the Blues!

But it wasn't a sad kind of Blue.

Not at all.

It was Blue for sure but it was happy and jolly too.

It was a cheerful and perky Blue.

It was full of mirth, this Blue I'm talking about.

Oh, yes!
It looked a lot like the Blue mentioned in that old song that goes...

"I was painting my hands and my face Blue, in the Blue painted Blue..."

So, I can't really say why but I'm high.

I'm on Cloud 9, folks.

And this Cloud 9 is white.
As good as Blue.

Tarantaaaaaaaah!

I love the italian saying that goes: "Ogni scarrafone è bello a mamma sua."

It talks about roaches, moms and beauty and this could be a proper translation: "Every roach is beautiful in his mother's eyes."

Pretty cool, isn't it?

Anyway, not only roaches are ugly and adored by their mommies, but also big black spiders called Tarantas.

Especially these days when the Night of the Taranta is going to hit the acme in beautiful-great-amazing-awesome-fabulous-mindblowing Salento.

Oh my God, Salento...

Hot and sexy as anything.

Ok, I'm flying.

Hotness and Sex simply can't wait one minute more!

I Feel Wood

His hands are made of oak.

His eyes run faster than mountain brooks.

He was born in the woods among blackberry bushes and cyclamen flowers.

Who I'm talking about?

Sandrino Fani, my Fire Old Master, the last charcoal burner of Upper Lazio.

He really taught me everything about Fire and I'm one of his most devoted pupils.

Well, it's the Village Festival Week in Acquapendente, so my Fire Old Master will be there to tell everybody his incredible stories on charcoal burners, lumberjacks, wolves and fairies.

I've decided to be present in my own may because it's...

I beg your pardon? Are you asking me if I'm able to build a fire?

Hubba hubba! Not even with a fire thrower!

Red Hot Chili Weathers

Oh, yes.

Italy is the most extra-marvelous place on this planet.

You know, culinary wonders, amazing ruins, all those masterpieces scattered everywhere, but what about the italian kaleidoscopicrazy-as-hell climate? 

Winter? Icy and Icelandic.

Fall? Foggy and Dutch.

Spring? Stormy and Patagonian.

Summer? As hot as Saudi Arabia's hottest season but more humid than mega-humid Borneo.

So, that's the way the cookie crumbles around here.

Living in Italy is touring the whole world without moving an inch.

You only have to let time goes by.

Then, when all is said and done, why looking for who-knows-what in the 40 corners of the earth when you already have everything right here?