tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post925969738538428201..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: Three Weddings and a FuneralReading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-3779452845766632912013-06-12T17:13:37.717+00:002013-06-12T17:13:37.717+00:00Hm. Now I'm kinda wondering how come you didn&...Hm. Now I'm kinda wondering how come you didn't meet <i>me</i> Puglia-traipsing – i.e., why is it that that particular high-flying professional person is Puglia-traipsing, drinking limitless wine on tap and enjoying ancient white soapstone-type villages and towns as well as blue skies and heart-breaking beauty and whatnot. Rather than me, I mean. Of course, I am neither high-flying nor professional, but I'm a person, dammit, and what's more, a person who could really do with some Puglia-traipsing. <br /><br />So yes, fear not, I shall come to you for consultation. A good long Puglia-traipse cannot come too soon, even if it came today. Which, alas, it is not going to. (And besides which, it is totally pissing down, we had hailstones the size of balloons earlier, and although I had my last exam of the Academic Year today, I couldn't afford wine. What kind of fuckery is this, I ask thee. Verily.)<br /><br />I am going to use the word "ponderous" to prove I'm not a robot. I cannot understand what they can possibly be hinting at.<br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-78778523895420375762013-06-11T19:35:39.752+00:002013-06-11T19:35:39.752+00:00Anna, don't go Puglia-traipsing without consul...<b>Anna</b>, don't go Puglia-traipsing without consulting me first! For one of the people I met on this organic farm was doing just that: working in exchange for bed, board etc. She was a high-flying professional person wanting a change and learning about organic veg and fruit farming. Wine was on tap - meaning limitless supply for everyone. Damnation that I can't really drink much, but still nice that the possibility was there. <br /><br />Hello <b>F B </b> :)<br /><br /><b>Montag</b> it might look to some as though it's all about the acting out of misery. But we know better, don't we? (don't we?) . Though actually the procession I referred to was a strangely perfunctory affair, all said and done. I mean for Forriners like us it was full of interest and kind of exotic. But one sensed that this ritual was something that had to be done to appease the God/s.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-25050913445822433462013-06-11T18:19:19.000+00:002013-06-11T18:19:19.000+00:00Bella...
And I like the part about "...it'...Bella...<br />And I like the part about "...it's all about misery."<br /><br />It has caused me to think about it: misery and the acting out of misery.<br /><br />Interesting stuff.Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-55753417845900046292013-06-10T19:56:41.864+00:002013-06-10T19:56:41.864+00:00beautifulbeautifulFire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-81076767951059206132013-06-10T10:25:52.637+00:002013-06-10T10:25:52.637+00:00The way you describe it, I feel like have almost b...The way you describe it, I feel like have almost been there too. <br /><br />Sometimes I think, when all the people who currently need me so much have stopped needing me so much, I will go and traipse and tramp around Italy. Perhaps I'll give English classes. Or, I don't know, pick fruit in exchange of some bread and olives and salad or whatever. I don't need money. Except for wine. And that is way cheaper there than here.<br /><br />It sounds like you had a great time: a time to take you Elsewhere from the Elsewhere you usually inhabit. And that, I believe, is the essence of holiday. <br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.com