Drifting and Seeking.
Updated: Oct 19

The thing I know is that the stroll will be resumed in the nearest months. Once the bank accounts become under control. Sometimes I am in writing the novella, but it always can wait. I’ll ride somewhere in cold. Meanwhile, I want to tell about some trips that I had between continents, or planned and put them on consideration.
I don’t so much care who the mysterious neighbors were at the two-star Poznan hotel. Just a fact is that they have never left the room during my two-day being. Maybe there were some Arabs, though they didn’t sound customarily. That stay felt as a den of illegal men who hid there. It wasn’t quite to be characterized to tenderloin places, even despite the design, but a registration had a strict check of documents, believing that some fiend might stop by for the night.
Driving culture can become a defining for a country. Greece is that who infamous for rude and impolite steering the wheel. You should honk in making turn because that nation can step on your lane. It is so corrupt land where their purchasing a driver’s license can be illegal because that’s part of their ‘normality’. Traffic is a mess because signs can hang in hard-to-notice places.
I returned to something I used in the twentieth century and abandoned then: it was with a butter. I would also like to receive glass bottles of milk at the doorstep of my house. I am for esteem of food traditions in Europe. I don’t share the love to fried wings in America. They have no much meat and contain too many bones.
I’ve read about Catalan cuisine before coming to Barcelona. When I was at El Pintor, I saw its dessert Mato on the menu, and I told myself instantly that I should take it. Amazing to find something that has no anything sweet, as it has with this treat.
After that week in Tuscany, where I met Stunning Italian Lady, I strolled through Warsaw. I found that the splendid park I visited is called the Saxon Garden. The ice cream that I had was made by Kremowa. It has the own café. The company characterizes itself as a producer of author’s ice-cream. I don’t trust to anything with that claiming, because a free will could drive into not my cup of tea. But that ice cream was a winner, as I explained. Another thing was also in its tender taste.
It is legendary that a character from a film becomes part of a city. You detect Rocky’s influence in Philly. Events in honor of films are happening there. One thing of them is a running organizes from time by time. Strangely, it doesn’t recreate the hero’s route and you ask about the point of it. Aside that, this hero inspires people in searching to do the impossible.
I was in Genoa two more times after cruise on MSC Fantasia. It was always on a way to the town’s airport. I thought about visiting the lighthouse fro, which I put away the shroud of the inside. It hadn’t resemblance of 1543, which is the year when it was rebuilt (the original was constructed in 1128, while other sources indicate 1161). The premises and roads from nowadays. Recently, I could discover photos of the tower, which the most contemporary part is stairways that decorated in restriction lines. That made me realize that I’d seen everything that I wanted. There’s nothing old about it. The similar zero anticipating I have to Bologna’s towers. I believe the reconstruction will move away from the basics. The tops are already lost their naturalness by the installation of window settings. These heights couldn’t be comparable with those that I climbed in Lucca.
Every time when I lingered in Bari, I thought that I don’t want to stay there for a night. It had a feeling of a trap of a town that you can’t leave.
I forgot to point what shaped my view about women in Italy. The dames from North don’t have the country’s traditional prospered and saturated appearances. It was likely to see over-tanned and shriveled faces in South against olive skins in Central.
The wandering in the deepest distant areas in the third part had for consideration Rocchetta Mattei and La Scola.
The first location was the building that was unusual in design and the story of its owner at uncut look. A detailed research revealed a mixture of styles which hadn’t any real class.
The second place proclaims about 1400s and 1500s, but the pavement’s laying there wasn’t from those times. It was an accurate indication by bricks in the middle make it as traffic lines. Too many pots with flowers, and doors and windows were painted in unnatural colors. I realized that I couldn’t come back in time.
Hollywood studios would be an exciting idea to visit, but my circumstance if someone paid for me. Even then, I wouldn’t go to the most of them because they show sets from modern films and shows. No representation of history. Moreover, Warner Bros. planned to destroy the building where Looney Tunes cartoons were creating. I can’t take for moral understanding their TCM Classic Tour, which is the one reason I’d visit anything from the Abysmal Four studios. Alas, I’m forced to pass. It includes the showpieces from noirs and Batman suits of different eras, which a couple of them I would like to steal because I don’t see the other point to come there.
Reading about the recovery of two paintings that were stolen from Musee Renoir also informed me about the existence of the museum itself. The taken paintings weren’t the artist’s finest works (Madame Colonna Romano is regular, while Young Woman at the Well is blended with paint, which deprives an attempt to be original and ideal). Nevertheless, there were canvases that I wanted to see in person. I checked the images of the site itself, which was designed into a marvelous place. But I wasn’t with the house. The original interior has been remodeled into nowadays that disrespects the master. I can’t bring myself to it.
Additionally, I raised the curiosity and discovered the existence of Musee Pissarro. Alas, a lot of the paintings aren’t his, and they are ordinary. I pass on that one, too.



