tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post757486761252095849..comments2023-10-20T11:26:12.314-05:00Comments on Ocean: an ode to illusionsninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01222848486174278888noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-83956595327108147052012-04-06T16:12:55.492-05:002012-04-06T16:12:55.492-05:00Diane -- many many thanks and yes, you must go. Yo...Diane -- many many thanks and yes, you must go. You and E would truly love it. Perhaps (dare I say it) even more than Sorede -- because E would enjoy the history and people at the hotel and the numerous places and cafes to sit and people watch.ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01222848486174278888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-46021679445622815642012-04-06T10:31:11.073-05:002012-04-06T10:31:11.073-05:00OK, I'm convinced....adding Gargnano to my lis...OK, I'm convinced....adding Gargnano to my list of places to visit. Wonderful, beautiful, delightful post!Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13744134942239760970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-86125913255447005472012-04-05T12:27:13.033-05:002012-04-05T12:27:13.033-05:00crowcottage and george h -- you're such good s...crowcottage and george h -- you're such good souls!ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01222848486174278888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-16943176050730601642012-04-05T10:42:38.078-05:002012-04-05T10:42:38.078-05:00I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted....I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. All those spritzes. This, entirely, was a good read. I'm glad you indulge in photographs of shop signs, that you are personal enough to have a wistful, teasing air when you talk about Ed, that you notice children - and old men - with arms around their chums. All nice places, it seems from reading and looking at your output, don't have to be nice in the same way, any more than a good loaf of whole wheat bread should taste like a good loaf of rye. Your "scappata" sounds more like a homecoming.<br />(My only Italian, from a co-worker in an Italian restaurant in Oslo too many years ago, was "scappata la mucca." The reason she taught me "the dairy cow has escaped" is long lost, but there might have been a deeper meaning.) Welcome back. Freeze predicted for tonight.George H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00510456908334451963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276751.post-91132342533099145822012-04-05T09:49:45.617-05:002012-04-05T09:49:45.617-05:00I can't thing of a nicer town to live in. Nina...I can't thing of a nicer town to live in. Nina, your recounting of the little details of life in Gargnano are just beautiful and poignant and warm to the heart. The photo of Valerio and the old man at the piano brought to my mind pictures of my Dad at his piano, growing up, with me as a "chiquitita" at his side (I just learned that word recently) playing away happily. <br /><br />Thank you, again, for taking us along with you! I think if I won the lottery, this town would be on my "must-see" list for sure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com