From now on I will be shouting out folks who deserve “special mention”. When traveling I take solace in minor deeds of hospitality. These are not necessarily otherworldly moments nor do I know everyone I meets back-story (that would take a lot of Italian, no?). Simply everyday people on their grind, who take the time to heighten my overall experience and comfort on this journey.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Meet Franco. He is a baker who works the late shift. For the past 4 nights, midway on a painfully long walk to where I am staying I stop in. He works alone from 12-6A, a typical baker shift churning out Pizza / Focaccia, Pane & Pastry (for Colazione / Breakfast) etc. We talk about the weather, laugh at our miscommunications (there are many), but more broadly we appeal to one another reciprocally. In his eyes I am a young and anxious fashionable foodie traveler (tipsy on whisky) seeking knowledge; to me he is the lifeblood of a city. He is happy to have me; not mad at the company. I move to a new apartment today so last night I paid him a final visit. He wished me well and gave me a loaf. Thanks Franco, I needed that!
posted with love by Mike "Steady" Adasko at 3:47 AM