It’s been very quiet around here (in the village and on the blog!), but certainly not for the lack of anything to do. And while the heat does tend to steal whatever energy I have left to put words into a post, I think most will agree that summer is the season for being lazy and enjoying tall glasses of iced tea.
I was hanging laundry yesterday morning when I noticed this crew on the bell tower. After they removed the cross, they proceeded to take out all of the curved tiles. How they managed to work when the bells ring on the hour and half hour is beyond me, but at least they quit for lunch before the clock strikes noon!
No fancy meal or across the border getaway this year, but being together with our pooches is the best anniversary gift we could ask for.
YES, another sign. But instead of hanging on a roadside stone wall, this one is neatly taped on the floor. It says WAIT…
What you can’t see is the rest of it, which in its entirety says ‘Aspetta qui il tuo turno’ (wait your turn here). This was at a food festival this past weekend while we were in line to put an order in at the cashier – just another show of hilarious proof that Italians and waiting are a bad mix. Those who know, live in, or have been to this country will understand what I mean. A staff worker came by to manually divide the undisciplined queue by sticking his arms into the line and making like Moses parting the Red Sea.
If I manage something usable out of my poorly lit images, I’ll post what 90 minutes of patience will get you at the Festa Lucana.