First of all, the streets are too narrow, built in bygone times when people got round on donkeys, and everybody, everybody, is double-parked. Then you have the bicycles. You have the vespe, zooming backwards and forwards and sideways and wtf? A delivery truck clogging up the entire street. Old people, stooped and shuffling. Let's not
I present to you La Maga Circe at nightfall, drowning in a sea of pinks and purples. This is one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen in my life. This? Is my backyard. This post has been brought to you by Delicious Baby Photo Friday.
It's a holiday that doesn't exist where I am - talk about it to the 10 people I know in town and I get blank eyes, blank faces. I'm used to that by now - four years of expat life and all - but each November I make it happen anyway. I find my guests.