After eating breakfast on my terrace, took the bus to the top of the mountain. I got off on the wrong stop. I was in a little village called Nocelle. Trying to get back onto the "main road", I bumped into some donkeys come down the hill. Scared the crap out of me. The contruction workers cracked up. Silly American girl scared of some donkeys.
Finally after a long ass walk made it to the village of Montepertuso. The restuarant I wanted to go was only open for dinner. Che cazzo! Oh well it was a nice walk. I had to wait an hour for the bus back down. Montepertuso is a very, very small village. There was an old man sitting on a ledge with dog chilling. Then some some other dog kept barking at him. He took his cane and started screaming at the dog. Not sure why but I found this funny.
Then this other man yelled "bella, bella" at me and gave me a rose. At first I thought he was homeless but he was just messy. Later he walked up to me at the bus stop and asked "Dove sei?" Where are you from and I noticed his eyes were bloodshot. A man sitting on a wall saw the whole thing and waved to me. I waved back. I told the Angela at the front desk where I got the beautiful rose. After I described the man, she said "oh yes I know him. He's the village drunk."
Finally the bus came and it was the loudest bus ride ever, with all the PRONTO!, CIAO!, and BUONA GIORNATA! and what not. It start to pour, so I went to lunch at Chez Black on the beach since it was close. Mr Black (real name Salvatore) came over and started talking to me. He said "รจ bella, brava e parla italiano molto bene". He invited me to his club on the beach. Not sure how crowded it will be. Last night at the bar Next2, the bartender said although it's technically high season the crowd now is mostly married Americans tourists, Australians, and Germans who pretty much go to dinner early then call it a night. July and August, the Italians arrive.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
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mr black, dear caribbean ragazza, is a nice persona but he is so grredy 4 money that he turns into being disgusting. he's got two (ore maybe more) big € symbols in his eyes, he keeps on buying, investing.........after a while he becomes so boring my dear. If he has invited you to the club it it beacause it is really expensive.....
che invidia!! just kidding, i don't know who that is and i could be wrong, but it smacks of small town to me.
he did tell me there was no cover charge that night. not sure what the usual drink prices are at italian clubs but the drinks at the club were the same as L.A. prices.
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