I Feel the Earth Move under my Feet: Italy Update#8

We were on the rooftop terrace off our third floor apartment hanging up our laundry (like many here, we have a washer but no dryer) and the building started moving under our feet. We think it lasted more than a minute. If we’d been inside we’d have seen pendant lights and curtains swinging. People were pouring into the streets and chattering excitedly below us.

The view from our terrace.

The view from our terrace.

When the motion subsided, the minerally smell of stone grinding against stone wafted through the air. We finished hanging the laundry and calmed ourselves. Since the building was still standing, we decided to stay put in the apartment for a bit. This was my third earthquake, but it was hubby’s first and he did not like it one bit!  He even felt a little queasy from the motion. Later we learned that the earthquake had measured 4.2 at the epicenter 25 miles away.  No serious damage, just a little excitement for Dana and Paolo!
Paolo decided a nap would help him recover from the mini-trauma.  My adrenalin was pumping, so I headed out to walk off lunch.  I finished my shopping at Prospero, the bean store, and walked the streets of Lucca until dark carrying three kilos of beans. I picked up dinner on the way home; a slab of runny local Gorgonzola, freshly baked bread, pears and a bottle of prosecco. When I asked the proprietress at the fruit and veg shop for pears, she wanted to know when we would eat them. I told her and she selected two that were just the perfect ripeness for eating that day. 
I love Italy!


5 thoughts on “I Feel the Earth Move under my Feet: Italy Update#8

  1. I love your writing Dana! And your lovely and very entertaining stories about Italy so make me want to go back and experience it in the non-touristic way – living, dining and being with the locals like you and Paul (I mean Paolo) did. Salute!!!

  2. Hi,Dana. Good blogs! Keep them coming and and keep those chicks warm. Did you know that the best chicken “sexers” are Japanese? When asked to train employees from an American poultry company to do that job, it turned out the Japanese don’t know HOW they do it! (The chicks’ sex must be determined soon after hatching, as the males must be fed differently from the females.) So the Americans just watched and learned, but didn’t know how they did it, either! (This info courtesy of Malcolm Gladwell, in his book, Outliers.) ______Outliers

  3. Chicken sexing is supposed to be really difficult. Can’t imagine doing it. Outliers was a fascinating book. I had forgotten that Gladwell had written about the Japanese chicken sexers. Thanks!

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