Trieste amore

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After my first nights sleep, when I was woken up without any bed clothes, I stepped out to fix my trip to Piran.

Buon giorno: sorted €5:40c, and now I am officially in an Illy caffé house in central Trieste. I have taken a photo of James Joyce walking over a bridge on the grande canal (well a bronze!) First ever Italiano cappuccino. I notice that the modern Italians are coffee crazy! Last night I ate some awesome cheese and pancetta. Pancetta del calabrasi and a matured local cheese. Some bread a few glasses of Merlot and Aperol Spritz aperitivo. Some thing like a Friulian tapas style food along the way. Then bed.

I was aware that they all talk so much. From that chattering mouth what must they be talking about. A commanding style of pristine hair and immaculate clothes here, but it's atypically Italian I feel. I will myself to walking up to Castello; it is very windy day today; dusty too. I am less uncertain today than I was yesterday. Will I camp in Piran?

Plans?
5 days then on to Pula ... in Croatia. Can't go to ljubljana afterall.
La Basilica Cattedrale di San Giusto
Very primitivo!
It looks to have had numerous building stages so much so that all the columns fiddle their hands confused by their solemn individuality; organising their performances alone.
Now walking down via cattedrale to a museo. Mvseo. GED. San Canziano.

Refosco, and not Merlot, is name of the intense red vino I had last night.
Wandering around, following in the footsteps of Cicero's ghost, I have just been bitten in a Roman Mausoleum up at the Castello.
Whither this was a Roman flea I will suffer a Roman malady; oh yes please!
After a summer of half-baked pizza today I had a proper and perfect one. 400'c oven pasta dough??? Asked for a job - no way could I make pizza like that!
Mascalzone Latino...e qui fu Napoli.

The strong winds of this morning have vanished in a few hours. The sun is almost breaking out of the cloud cover. Feels nice on my face while I ponder my next direction.

The incident in Falmouth must've broken my ribs. They really hurt still when I cough or move. Pain!

Oh sweet
Nina nam nam
Viezzoli.
Baba
Canollo.
Made for me my Trieste...

Ciao.
Location: Trieste, Italy

Comments

Anonymous said…
Daniel!

Keep the blog up!!!

Great to hear your cultural adventures - enjoy great wines and wonderful foods.

This is what living is all about!!

ENJOY!! xx

Paul
10 September 2010 at 19:52
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