We will get to the mysteries in a minute, but first …
As I had completed my unpacking, sorting of cables and wires and getting a mental idea of what I need to get lined out for today it was time to get outside. It takes three keys to get out of the building so I must allow for some fumbling time. When I got through the third door I saw all of this equipment and people. I was the old guy standing on the side yelling at the little kids to get off my grass. It was some sort of cooking show, Italian style.
As everything else was going on there was this background noise that was grating and annoying. I followed the noise down to the river and saw two helicopters going up and down the Arno river slowly looking for something. It turns out someone had gone out on a rowing shell and the shell returned with no one in the boat. I have not heard if all was resolved but no helicopters today.
I included the photo of the pasta carbonara so Sally could see her dish was on track with the professionals. Maybe more importantly is I had two people came up to me and say, “I remember you.” The first was the manager of the Boccadama restaurant who gave me a hug and a limoncello and the second was the man who painted the “#5 tiles” that I gave out to those who joined me in Florence,
Now, to the science part of this posting. I think it was four years ago when my brother and his partner Rob came to visit. After dinner at the Boccadama Restaurant we walked outside and the full moon was hanging over the Basilica. And then it happened again last night. My brother, the intellect, informed me they can calulate these things and predict when it will happen. I think it is just magic.