The Song Remains the Same

After a two hour on-plane-on-runway delay in Philly, 20 minutes sleep during a ten hour literary theory discussion / comedic routine, a bumpy "pay road" ride with several tunnels through the rocky hills and a rest stop-esque food stop, the surroundings are finally starting to look more Italian hillside than western PA turnpike...San Marco B&B is all of the best Hollywood Tuscan Villas rolled into one. Stone homes dot the yellow sunflower skyline thrusting through the thickets of olives and grapevines. Technical difficulties are preventing me from using my own, but my new BFF (as the kids say) / roomie, Ellie (below) is lending me her Mac laptop for sporadic posts. Sweet sounds of spicy sauce are beginning to permeate the air and the sun is setting on the terrace as we prepare for cena (dinner)...