Two mornings a week, I join students from Russia, Brazil, Vietnam, Angola to learn how to describe the world around us in the most basic terms: this is a chair; that is a window; this is a pen (to jest krzesło; to jest okno, to jest piuro). I am American (Jestem z Ameryki). I like …
I’m far less spooked than I thought I might be, living down the street from a cemetery.
I’m not superstitious, per se, but I also not looking to walk through one after dark.
Naples doesn’t give a shit. Not about your schedule, your expectations, your aesthetics. Where you’ve come from or where you’re going. Naples has seen your type before, and every other – the visiting artist, the conqueror, the pilgrim, the cultural elite.