I have spent at least ten years in my life learning the grammar of music, and comparatively little on living and breathing, and using music as the language it is.This is mainly true for my relationship with my violin (which is turning into a fiddle nowadays), and not so much for singing. There is something … Continue reading Learning the language of music
Summer is nearing its end, but there's no reason not to reminisce with some great travel-songs. Featured today: Moriarty and Boulevard des Airs - they have in common that both started off in France, although one of them sings English-language folky-stuff, while the other does classic French-style mix-up-stuff (hmm, never was good at describing music) Have … Continue reading Playlist: Ramblin’ Man and remembering the ocean…
Oh, I forgot to mention fences. Like those around the service area on the motorway. Our friends at hitchwiki had left us clues on how to leave Bologna, so we took a bus out of town, investing all our remaining money spare 30 cents or so. What we didn't know was that the area was … Continue reading Three Euros, 840km, and, er, a couple of hours.
Lina and me started off profiting from the cheap Italian trains again (after, of course, having another ice-cream in Jesi for breakfast) and arrived in Bologna in the afternoon. As those things go, it was evening by the time we had visited the city and felt like we could move on, and, you might guess, we … Continue reading Beautiful Bologna.
I was waking up to mild light reflecting off terra cotta coloured walls under a blue, blue sky. After un momento stupefatto, I grinned an extra large holiday-grin. We actually are in Italy. And it actually feels like Italy. In the course of four days, we came from the plains of norrthern Germany, traversed the … Continue reading Breakfast in Italy