Zoned Out

My goodness, gracious, me, oh my!  I was speaking French at 6:30 this morning, Dutch at 10, and Italian at noon.  Thinking in English, reading in German, putting one foot in front of the other, trying to stay conscious, and savoring the paella from last night.

Croissants, salty snacks, gnocchi with ragu, fried zucchini blossoms, and pizza less than two hours away.

Madcap, I tell you, madcap!

To balance the pain, I immerse myself in the life of Franz Stangl, as told by Gitta Sereny in her shocking and deeply original book, “Into that Darkness.”  I had thought it was about playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey, but come to find out it’s about mass murder, psychopathy, and the ongoing criminality of the exceptionally vile Catholic church.  When the Vatican isn’t ignoring the rape of children, they collude to commit genocide.

Being consistent isn’t everything.

Anyhoo, to quote the redoubtable Ma, arrived in Venice in the early afternoon and strolled, ate the aforementioned gnocchi, drank Pinot & some other red, and thought of pizza and beer…

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