As Ellie broke the sea
Its crystal blue waters frothed like a Paperman’s cappuccino,
I sipped liquid gold of another kind
Shipwrecked, feet in the sand soft
As powdered sugar, sweet and cool,
Melting into oblivion.
I don’t know when people started to use touch to test ripeness. Smell your fruit, people.
It should be pungent, like this mango. You’d have to be a Dustbuster to smell a mango from Guatemala at your neighborhood Whole Foods Market.
If you can smell your fruit, you won’t end up with a mealy, dry peach or a metallic-tasting mango.
If this isn’t a reminder I don’t know what is.
23E may be the very center of the Boeing 777. That’s where I’m sitting, and it might as well be first class. I wouldn’t know the difference right now with how excited I’m am, about to depart Miami on my first leg to Rome, via London, for a two week holiday touring mostly the northern regions of my favorite country in the world. I’ll be logging what I can via iPad here, as I make my way through Rome, Florence, Valle d’Aosta, Milan, Stresa and the lakes region of Lombardy, Bergamo, Orvieto and more. Buon viaggio!