There is a light rain. I hate rain. Rain makes me feel sad.
Still, I am hearing the rain and the lively sounds of Naples on my covered terrace (4 times the size of a New York kitchen) at the Excelsior Hotel. Just below the top floor, so I have a good view of the Castello dell'Uovo, the yacht marina and the entire bay.
Today I went to several "new" wineries-- some new to me and some new, period, and/or both. I learned how distinct Coastal and Mountain Agloanicos are from each other...madly, deeply, truly so. Ditto Fiano.
I've tasted a bunch of "new" grapes, some new to dumb old me and some back-to-the-future new. Even if they don't thrill me, they're interesting and worthy from at least a historical POV. And usually more because they reveal new, fascinating flavors and perfumes.
We ate abundantly at our old favorite place on the Lungomare di Napoli. We drank a plain Sella and Mosca Vermentino to go with our seafood dishes. And a half bottle of limoncello and meloncello after.
I feel no pain and all is right with the world.
I am not the bitter broken wretch who began mondosapore. Italy, even Napoli, is my, like, apotheosis, maaaan.
Pix by EOW. QED and all that.
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T,
i am not an expert in life but i know one thing for sure, Things happen for a reason...
Posted by: Ronald | May 06, 2008 at 11:31 AM
Seems to be that way. Thanks for the karmic lift, amico mio.
Posted by: TH | May 06, 2008 at 11:53 AM