fare la passaggiata
Two views of sunset on the Selkirk Estuary, a walk in a wonderful place between two hillsides called Mystic Vale, and the old farmhouse across the street from where I live.
When I lived in Greece long ago and also stayed with relatives in Italy, it was the habit for everyone to don their best clothing and go for an early evening stroll along the waterfront or river, often stopping at a taverna or cafe for a glass of ouzo, vino, or espresso with friends. I still call it La Dolce Vita to this day and, though I live in a more rural area, have tried to keep the tradition, especially of domani or avrio. Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?!!
“Slowly slowly O mind…
Everything in own pace happens,
Gardner may water a hundred buckets…
Fruit arrives only in its season.” – Kabir