I honestly feel like I am in a real life version of Fawlty Towers except Basil Fawlty is a woman and the poor stressed out caretaker is Manuel! For Australians it is a bit like being in that improv show “Thank God You’re Here”!
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When I worked in the music business in Canada many years ago one of the managers of a large record store chain after agreeing to display a bunch of punk rock Epitaph CD titles at the very entrance to the store said to me that I could sell ice to the eskimos, but could I sell gelato to the Italians? Well that remains to be seen and it is just a dream right now although a perfect location has opened up almost opposite my home in Lucca, so let’s just say preliminary investigations are underway.
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With the light starting to fade I wondered if was ever going to make it to Torbel. Suddenly announcements in German, French, Italian then English that anyone going on to Visp or Bern could get off the train and jump on the train beside us which was leaving in 3 minutes. That Swiss train was palatial in its space and legroom with giant windows and such comfort, however as I put my small backpack on my shoulder I felt a ping in my left shoulder and was suddenly in excruciating pain and my arm felt stuck. How I managed to get off that train with my little carry on and backpack was a miracle.
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The nearest beach is in the town of Viareggio which sits on the Tyrennhian sea bordered by the Massa Carrara mountains making for the most spectacular view ever from a beach. I honestly am amazed every time I see it, and it changes completely with the weather, sometimes these massive clouds roll in and it briefly rains and then the sun comes out again and no matter the weather it is absolutely magnificent with an ever-changing scenery for a backdrop while in the waves.
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