Back from San Severino Marche, Italy
I just spent the week in San Severino Marche. Le Marche is like the South Dakota of Italian regions. Mysterious, unknown, yet strangely beautiful. Either way, I ate pork like a motherfucker, and fornicated very little. I also read Animal Farm by George Orwell in Italian. A very intelligent and well-written book, actually. I hadn’t read it since I was twelve.
For more about Le Marche, see: Sunset Over Castello al Monte, or Ciauscolo: the Champagne of Sausages.