I'm Feeling Blue

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I spent the last Friday afternoon of my vacation sitting in our rented Fiat Bravo in Molina, Italy with a sprained ankle – or at least a badly twisted ankle – while John went – at my insistence – to see the Molina Falls. And we were nearly out of gas. But the GPS said there was a gas station less than three miles away. It was hot in the car. I was sprained hot and blue.

Afternoon at Marichio's

DSCN1023, originally uploaded by imustwrite.

Italy -specifically Cerro Vernonese - is one of the few places I know where you can go into a butcher shop to buy steaks and salami and end up being invited to lunch.