The Journey From Eternity To Light
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The Grasse is always…
The Head Note, perceived upon applying the scent. Maybe if I had known what a nose (perfumer) was much earlier in life then things might have turned out differently. But how was I to know that such a thing even existed, let alone dream of becoming one? I am an immigrant; a child of laborers Continue reading
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Crossing the line…
The Frecciabianca 9764 hugged the Ligurian Sea, known more famously as the “Italian Riviera”, as it arched northwestward to our connecting train in Genoa. From there, Eurocity Italia 144 would take us further west across the borderline between Italy and France to our first French destination: Nice. FUN FACT. The Italian Rivera changes names to Continue reading
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La Dolce Vita…
I take artistic license in defining the Italian phrase La Dolce Vita (“the sweet life”). Mine is more subtle and abstract, less crude and concrete. But what is it really? Is it man’s natural state; the purpose of life to maintain this homeostasis? Is it a progression to a certain level, only after life’s more Continue reading
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Just beachy…
I admit it. I am a beach snob. I look down my nose at any beach that isn’t located on the coastlines of the Hawaiian Islands. All others pale in comparison. It had not occur to me that the western edge of Tuscany was the Tyrrhenian Sea. I guess I was too distracted by the Continue reading
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My town is Lucca…
I had always associated the name “Luka” to the 1987 song about child abuse by folk singer Suzanne Vega. But that changed with a visit to the city of Lucca, roughly 50 miles west of Florence. No longer would the name be tinged with just sadness. Continue reading
