Capri -- more than pants
Ah, the island of Capri. Crowded with noisy tourists (many of whom sadly belonged to my tour group), zig-zagging streets lined with designer shops boasting merchandise I could never dream of affording. I walked away from my day in Capri about 50 euros poorer and bearing one of the most spectacular sunburns of my fair-skinned life. And I loved every minute of it.
In case you're wondering what brought up this moment of reminiscing, it was this article in the International Herald Tribune: http://www.iht.com/articles/2005/07/24/news/trcapri.php
On an unrelated note — the small town where I work is having Sidewalk Sales day. From my big window in the newspaper office on Main Street, I can see some of the comings and goings. It makes me a little sad. Since we're all overworked Americans and this is a weekday, it seems the only Sidewalk Sales customers are old people and housewives with little children. Probably just as well, because it's been my experience that such sales usually only offer overpriced antiques and stuff nobody really needs. Kind of like El Rastro in Madrid: http://www.travelinginspain.com/madrid/el_rastro.htm
Enough blogging. "If I don't crunch those numbers — doesn't really matter." Or something to that effect. (That's a Chandler Bing quote from "Friends," in case you're wondering.)
posted by Angie @ 11:33 AM
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Hi Angie:
I don't really have a comment, except to welcome you back to the blogging world.
When I think of Capri, I think of Mary Tyler Moore. She used to wear capri pants on the Dick VanDyke show.
Come to think of it, my father owned a Mercury Capri in 1975. No kidding. It was olive green with tan vinyl interior and had a sun roof.
I've never been to Capri, but I have been to Amalfi. I'll never forget it, because I was charged 10€ for two small beers at an outdoor cafe.
Capri Sun makes fruit juices that come in foil pouches. In theory, you pierce the pouch with a small, sharpened straw and drink its contents. In reality, however, nobody has ever tasted Capri Sun juices because the entire content squirts all over the front of your shirt the moment you squeeze the pouch with even the slightest amount of pressure.
Well...that's enough Capri Free-Association for one evening.
Best regards to Larry Bird, John Mellencamp and all the good folk in Indiana.
Sal
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