Without my flying carpet I couldn’t have gone on my odyssey. And without Colette and Godot it wouldn’t have had that particular charm…
Category: Vid Vignettes
Little films of an odyssey
No. 40: The Vendemmia begins; thankfully a cycle that remains the same.
No. 41: We’re on the hero’s journey together, perhaps our darkest hour, and yet the elixir is out there, waiting for us to find it.
Today’s Daily Bailey Alexander vid vignette explores Joseph Campbell’s ‘Hero with a Thousand Faces’.
Alas, now we’re on the journey, together, billions of us. Having left the ordinary world, we’ve now entered the extraordinary one.
We need our mentor, we need to deal with the challenges, and overcome them so we can find the elixir, take it back to the ordinary world and share it with everyone. At least that’s the plan…
Warning: Dog days of summer with Gigi and Gaston may decrease world anger meter
My guy elaborates on the Spanish Inquisition, for Gigi and Gaston
My guy does the Spanish Inquisition in 4 languages, while driving
No 39: Searching for a soulmate, looking for love while split in half during the dog days of summer.
According to Greek mythology, humans were orginally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two, condeming them for their pride, condeming them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. Always searching for their soulmate, for love…
No. 38: Italy, specifically Piemonte, where the pasta is al dente and the coffee tastes like a milkshake
When the world opens up for travel they will want to come to Piemonte, where there’s a season for everything. Italy’s fine wine country, nestled up against the Alps, in the region they call Piemonte; the secret that needs to be told.
The home of slow food and cooking schools where joy is served and shared because food and wine are made with love. It’s what they do and it’s where they still have a season, and a sense of time for everything.
No. 37: Three funerals and a caffe in Piemonte
Unfortunately, another funeral; always in 3’s, indeed. First Zio Giacomo, last week, then Franco, now Stefano, today. I will finish my caffe shakerato, made by Massimiliano Poggio at Machi’s Bar here in Bubbio, then follow Stefano’s coffin on foot with the other Bubbiese, to the elegant cemetery in Bubbio…
Stefano’s son, Max, was my first friend here in Piemonte. I’ve no idea why, but Bubbio was where I went, in need. Our first year was fraught with minor drama, things broke, stuff happened, and my guy was often away, on a project. Loazzolo, our commune was too small, no store, not even a bar…
No. 36: The essence of Zio Giacomo and making gnocchi in La Rochelle
Maurice Nicole writes about our essence compared to our personality. And a person may have a noble personality, but rather, it’s that which lies beneath…and that’s what it felt like to be in Giacomo’s presence; you felt his essence.