so I see this cannoli in the window
and instantly think of my grandmother
saying something in half Italian half English
about desserts and espresso
so I buy the pastry to eat while walking
and the kid selling it to me says
you have the face of Italy
which probably explains why people keep stopping me
to ask for directions
there’s the same shrug of the shoulders
the same sad eyes in a smiling face
in the people on the street
and for dinner
it’s linguine with baby clams
sausage and broccoli rabe
homemade red wine in a ceramic jug
water with gas
and I’m home
Naples
I’m home
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Leonard Durso 
Are you in Italy at the moment, Leonard?
Leslie
No, these last two are reposts.
You must be about to leave?
Leslie
Yep. In about 4 hours or so.
Via con Dios.
Leslie
Thanks.
Sighing again.
Me, too.
Great blog.
It makes me wanting to travel and taste foreign foods again. 🙂
Glad you like it. Travel is good for the mind, heart, & soul.
they see you as the walking Italy. Maybe they see the Italian map on your face. Very interesting piece!
i like it very much!
Thank you. Our faces can say more about us than we realize.
that’s right, you nailed it…:)