Buses, Yachts, Sushi and Church

The morning began with a bus almost running over my foot...the slogan on the bus: Intolerance Kills.

I took the hint.

Then, I headed to the beach for a half hour of free time. As I was driving home, a yacht turned the curve on its way to docking at the port for the summer.

Later that night- sushi in Grosseto (miracle of all miracles) with my girlfriend. We had endless sushi and sashimi and finished the dinner off with ice-cream crepes topped with bean jelly. Don't ask.

We girltalked forever, said our goodbyes, double-cheek kissed and I made my way to the Church where my son had a concert. After three hours- consider I was late- they ended the show with two Grease songs. There's something extremely comical about watching middle school children dance to Grease songs sung in an Italian accent.

I sung along with them- love those Grease songs!

And so ended another day in Tuscany...

The Yellow-Brick Road

Argentario- (40 minutes from my house:-D)
An Italian facebook friend wrote this as his status: People ignore you and treat you like a toilet...they're terrified and take it for granted that you will never succeed. They never smile at you.

Light and happy comment.

There are moments in life when you see exactly where you want to arrive. You have a plan and the most frustrating thing is when others set roadblocks...not normal roadblocks-lead blocks.

Strategies:
1. Smile first and they will smile back.
2. Make a plan, believe in it and stick to it.
3. There are times when you must deodorize the stench, and times when you must smell back.

Happiness IS contagious. Self-confidence IS evident and inspires people to believe in your plan.

Italian drivers are crazy, so when in Tuscany, proceed with caution.

The further down the road you manage to drive, and the near-misses of suicidal lions and tigers and bears that cross your sturdy path teach you to drive with caution, be aware of speed detectors and learn the curves. Know that when you reach your destination - distracted here and there by a fascinating poppy field who introduces you to vintage wine, regardless of the fact that the air-conditioning broke in the 105° heat, you drove miles on a flat tire and ran out of wiper fluid so that your window is a collection of insect blood- when you catch your eye in your rearview mirror...

You see yourself as you have never before seen yourself.

And you reach that destination, baggage in hand, smile on face.