A month absence and a little more. At that moment: lots of pictures, lots of places visited, many delicacies tasted. So many things that now I am really struggling to find the thread of all. And with a thesis to do, not just the best. I'll take it easy, then, in these past days to tell jokes, laugh, eat, sweat, walk ...
I could start from the beginning, from the first day we set foot in the Midi-Pyrenees and we are in love. But I need more time to tidy up memories of the trip to France.
but I want to start by thanking those who have me for a week housed in Calabria, cuddling with the flavors of their cuisine, with the croissants in the morning for breakfast, with pastarelle ice slush, with all the chili sauce so that now I would put it everywhere so avoiding the rain that we have found the first days vanish (and it worked:)), leading me to the sea and fun for the whole Locride, making me taste the prickly pear in the night the night before departure because it was the last thing I had left to be tested and taught me to dancing the tarantella (almost hopeless enterprise) and forcing me to dance during the concerts of Mimmo Cavallaro; about mafia and making me understand that there is a healthy and beautiful Calabria discovery that would fund, making me so hilarious that people know will be forever etched in my memory, but above all, the most important thing, making me feel at home. And there is nothing more beautiful than this. I therefore thank Pearl, John, and grandmother Antonia for their hospitality. Anto, Elena and Nico for their friendship. I love you! I also thank the editorial staff of the Light Echo of Mammoth and Stephen, in particular, for the confidence they have placed in a Calabrian romanaccia that, for now, has only resistance to the chili.
And I dedicate these photos to the god chili with which I greet you.
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