Broke and dreaming.
Aug. 23rd, 2005 02:27 pmSo why is my mind full of the cinque terre? Why, when the sea is just as turquoise around Paxos, do my thoughts fly to the vineyards and coasts beyond Genoa? Why, for god's sake, when my next port of call in that part of the world should surely be Florence, when Greek fishing villages are just as charming as Italian fishing villages and a lot cheaper, why do I suddenly find myself magnetised towards Liguria?
Because Italy just does that to you, that's why. We can't afford this, we really can't. Can't, can't can't.
Mustn't.
Just might...
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Date: 2005-08-25 10:38 am (UTC)Luxury!
Why, when I were a lad, we used to dreeeeaam of a couple of days on a greek island...
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Date: 2005-08-25 12:12 pm (UTC)Plus Portland is a funky place, Every major construction (buildings, bridges, whatever) must allocate 1% of the construction cost to arts projects on the thing being built.
There are random sculptures, paintings and weird things across the entire city.
Plus, More strip clubs per capita than any other american city.