To Distant Areas: The Postlude in Pisa.

Pisa would be a boring town if not a presence of eponymously named tower. I wasn't tantalized even in desperation to come to Camposanto for doesn’t make special the tombs of noble people, Duomo di Pisa which is unimpressive inside a Catholic building and tainted by handrails Mura di Pisa. While a main attraction wasn’t in desire of visiting it again.

I wanted to move down to Orvieto’s train station by civilized way, which was through the funicular, but it didn’t work. I was in Italy.

Covers of tents characterized about repairing stance. I could take only bus, which gave me look from other perspective on a road I made by walking. I knew before that outside of a city isn’t beautiful in building and nature. Every edifice was a regular anti-flamboyant building.

I arrived on a train station where was one of the last many times people didn’t understand mine saying. It was from the South to the Center. They said things, which I just pronounced. It was more than once when I could reach them by saying a known Italian word.

Nothing more wonderful in awaiting was meeting with an American elder lady. She was nice from asking on permission to seat on a bench on which I was. We had a magnificent conversation. Her name was Alice. She was born in Kansas and worked nurse. Sometimes were moments where I couldn’t get clear with her accent. I believe, I would adapt to her pronunciation in days. We talked about America and Europe. She loves England but never heard about “Scotland”. Same reaction was to name “Rudy Giuliani”. More than regular with Americans that they don’t know the popular facts because these things are far from them. She knew about what is nearby her.

A couple of carabinieri entered in our conversation by asking identifications in Italian in which I understood. That speaking one came into English. I didn’t ask a reason because I met them before and I knew but it was disgusting and made more think on Italy as authoritarian state. This law enforcer saw a necessity to make picture of identifications. I even pointed him on the last page but he didn’t get it at a first time. I presented him paper with opened place but he closed and started to look for. I have same stories with taking and turning wrong pages in Italian hotels. I tell to where look but they don’t listen. Italians always accept any other page for my data.

Alice pointed on much smokers in Italy and compared on that you’ll not see in America. I responded it’s a usual. She introduced me her grandson Albert with whom I made a handshake as same I did with her when a transport arrived.

I always want to move to Lucca when I see it. Every time I sad when I leave it behind. This town wasn’t in this time but I was thinking on coming for visit Da Umberto in the end of this stage but recognizing on their pizzas with eggplants and potato I didn't wish to be in this town anymore. And their prosciutto pizza contained cherry tomatoes However, if put joking aside, I don’t see points for come to Lucca. There can come lovable bands, as wishful Scorpions will in July 10, but music can’t be sensual in open space due to it doesn’t create acoustic.

I made additional reduction in the third stage, which with a couple places nearby of Lucca. I made a proper studying of Ponte della Maddalena, a bridge, which isn’t unusual in construction. A nearby with it Antica Locanda di Sesto can offer adequate in looking food, but I understood that I am not in necessity of Italian cuisine. That changing turns to what was seen before but now obvious. I have sights for one twenty-four hours.

Inside of a train was reported on upcoming strike, which still didn’t care me. I sat with one guy who decided to put boot on a seat near with me. I asked him to put back. He moved it on a plastic edge, apologized and asked on comfort. I couldn’t stand that savage mind and my words weren’t kind but he was far from understanding. Eventually, he moved on liberated nearby place. Perhaps, that four-eyed college kid understood a minimal. I don’t know, why something inside stopped me and didn’t let to use contact acts. Maybe, circumstances keep me away because I can hit without merciless.

I crossed popular surrounding of Pisa and settled in nearby Hotel Villa Kinzica. I had a beautiful view on it’s tower, which seemed to close for me and I could see it more better than from any point on a ground. That place was is inventive for an artist to make a picture. I watched on an edifice with attaching of pieces of branches of a pine tree. It was a rare moment when I wished to keep a camera. I recalled solution with a laptor later. Not the finest photos but I was glad. But let me say on a room. It was a “carpet”. Yes, I walked on a fitted carpet. It was cheap, but “carpet”.

Isn’t it wonderful when stars align? It creates harmony and you sense long-wishing peace by discovering “carpet” hotel in Italy. I discovered what I wanted the most in the first stage.

I went outside for look around on Pisa Tower and all other less popular buildings. I noticed on a way to coming to hotel that souvenir shop since my visit of 2009 committed full transformation into flea market where I saw only non-white salesmen and these people were around by offering trinkets and bothered tourists with a question on where that man from. I know how don’t look and don’t commit anything and make that they accept me for local even walking too close with two Negroes at one gates. I moved in direction of place for a night but I wished an ice cream. I moved deeper for acquire a cone with pistachio, lemon and stracciatella. I never had fast-melting ice cream. I was eating in same speed until pushing pistachio into cone. A natural on look and it was a delicious ice cream. Then I poured a carbonated water into myself.

Old town of pizza could be magical if it wouldn’t be dirty and covered in graffiti. One Italian who was neatly suited and intended to have a cigarette, asked for a change in Italian and I said on him native that don’t speak his language. He relocated on English but without greeting in this time. I said on absence. He thanked and moved away. He didn’t want to be less insolent by changing look at least.

I could get the searching pizzas in Pisa, which could be in Il Montino. A legend speaks this pizzeria is the oldest in this town and does business since somewhere XIX century. A waiter corroborated these words when I came to there. He added it always was in control of one family and business began as doing dessert and they relocated on production of other food, which he offered to me but I rejected because, maybe, he tricked me and it will be included in a receipt.

Honestly, their approach of cooking wasn’t my favorite when I watched on photographic pictures. A slight overcooking on an upper side. However, photos presented a prosciutto pizza in a classic presentation.

I started with bufala, which didn’t look as I would like and I’m talking about classic where a big melted piece of cheese locates in a center. However, that spread variation was to the right, because this pizza is not full in personality. A tomato and a cheese, which plastered on a bread. Personally in this pizzeria, it’s dough associates with the last. That shouldn’t.

These images of any other page were from the year 2019. Now they don’t put arugula and a main sausage is cooked with everything. It was more tasty than buffalo but not turn out as special. I imagined a presence of arugula. I mindfully tasted and did it in original cooking. I realized it isn’t a high class pizza. That was a fast-made home sandwich. Later, I noticed that pizzeria doesn’t keep a needful green plant ingredient. I had in guts that a venue took budgetary.

An Italian miserliness wasn’t only in “caperto” in which they give in using utensils (I would find as reasonable if they be one-time plastic.) but two fifty was for “servizio” here. I hadn’t it before. A waiter in La Palomba poured a water in my glass without fire but he did his job. That man, who was a nice guy in talking, didn’t desire to work that issue in the receipt.

Il Montino is hidden a little bit and this place is visited by locals with whom I saw through photos and personally – they like fast food dishes.

I returned to a “carpet” room of the hotel, which was in control of Bengali people who were almost all right because one of them didn’t know a some nuance of etiquette which in don’t use other languages in response (there were English and Bengali respectively). I didn’t leave a building in that day anymore.