Preface to these 12 posts, here.
As with February, March is an already-well-rhapsodized month here on Wofflings, but here are more pics of the things that Italy can do for one’s soul, anyway: as the weather got better and better, the Bogliasco Fellows took more and more excursions, and tried less and less to resist temptation.
(that’s my Bogliasco villa-mate, Doug, expressing how we felt about visiting the town of Camogli.)
The pleasure of digging into a bathtub of tiramisu, and helping oneself to as much as seems right/obscene:
Inside the mysterious, perfect, Viganotti chocolate shop, in Genoa:
One of my favorite people ever, friend and former Bogliasco Fellow SuperGavazza, comes to visit Bogliasco (and Joy listens):
Happy with the other Fellows:
Sad without the other Fellows (I was the last one to leave, and ate alone on my last night):
It was a pretty rough reentry to Prague after having been in an artist’s fantasyland: given how lovely Prague is, I know what a disgraceful jerk I seem like when I re-read my own whine, but I definitely went through a pretty nasty briar patch, not knowing what to do with myself next, or how to even begin to match the intensity of the highs I felt in Italy. Worry not, gentle readers. Eventually, a Woffle always finds the butter and syrup.