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About Genoa

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

Alla scoperta del Salento: Cutrofiano

Cutrofiano sits in the middle of Puglia's Salento area, in the heel of the boot. The town has ancient roots dating back to Magna Grecia when it was part of the Greek communities that sprinkled .

But then, I see this guy trying to juggle. And he’s terrible at it! Balls flying everywhere. I’m cracking up. I mean, how do you mess up juggling? It’s like a circus gone wrong. But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering him on. I’m thinking, “Only in Cutrofiano, man.”

The Purity of Southern Italian Communal Singing Amid Time-Honored Friendships