II do not fancy myself a poet. Still, I write, therefore I yam:
Italy is fatally flawed,
a rotting cavity,
for which the tongue yearns.
On Omio, you can search and book all the major forms of transportation in Italy (or Europe): Trains, buses, and flights.
According to today’s news, Italy ground to a halt with massive transportation strikes in the big cities, protests against the policies of our fave, Silvio B.
But we didn’t grind to a halt. We painted the railings on our balcony. Enrico came over, slapped me on the back, and said “Bravo!” before announcing that the olive harvest would take place next week and I should come.
So I want to talk about easy food. Tomino alla Piastra is it…