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Sulmona was nearby, relaxed and beautiful; Rome was overrated, hot and sticky with confusing public transit; Naples was Detroit: Italian Style; Pompeii was incredible, especially the collesseum and the erotic art; Pescara was a beach town on the Adriatic, one of the most relaxed and happy days I spent there, swimming, collecting seashells, napping on the beach; and Florence, tied with Pescara for my favorite place, was lovely, with great street shopping, drinking wine on the steps of the Duomo and the Uffizi, where I cried when I saw Botticelli's , pasta, salad, briscetta, fresh mozzerella with tomato and basil, fresh bread dipped in olive oil... And of course it's very difficult to find such food in the states, unless you know an Italian nonna.
I chased david through a forest and a city trying to make good with him.
I finally end up in a jazz bar that is painted all white and has white shirts hanging from clothes lines (which I am fairly certain is because I have become a bit obsessive about line drying my laundry.) There is no one in the first room of the restaruant and I look through a door into another room and David is sitting at a table, kind of a bi level booth, talking with other guys, who i don't know.
It wasn't until I woke up that I realized that he was dead in my dream.
He was wearing a red shirt and all the people in red shirts were dead.