travelogue, stardate September something, 2003.
D. & i were luxuriating in the perks of Tuscany in the fall - cooking classes, wine, hiking, more wine, visiting hill towns, and yes, some wine. We were on a bus trip from our villa to Siena, fortunately returning to the villa, when my not-so-good friend, Mr. Migraine came calling. This was a little bit if a trial to handle on a bouncy Tuscan bus ride! D. gallantly whipped out some pain meds and water, then turned 2 seats into a makeshift bed.
I was seeing the geometry of a spectacular visual aura when i would have much preferred the passing countryside. but oh, well. my mind was bouncing around like the bus...will i miss the cooking class to be held later? how can i effectively communicate this to our hostess (my italian was worse for the wear in '03)? and, most importantly, will this bus ride ever end??
it did, and as D. helped me off the bus i was swamped with the other nice lodgers staying at the villa. i guess i didn't look so good.
now, honestly, neither my regular doc nor my chiropractor *ever* suggested this, and i make a disclaimer here and now...neither do i!
but nonetheless, this crazy bunch of folks took me under their wings (what i really desired in the moment was my comfy tuscan bed) and handed me a lit Cuban and a glass of the villa's finest red!
"smoke this, drink that" was what i heard.
taken up in the tide of intrepid travel, i blindly did what they said. hmmm...interesting since i have never smoked anything, let alone a bonafide Cuban! (can't say the same about red wine though!)
in a matter of 30 minutes i was with the cooking crowd, gathered round the demo table, not a smidgen of migraine left. whodathunk?
a Cuban & glass of Villa Sesta - cin, cin!!
poetry...today is here.
and finally...i know, here in the US, this is an "off-year" election, but nevertheless...get out there & exercise your right to vote!!!