The Daily WORD is OCTOPUS PIZZA
North of Naples, South of Rome…where myth meets octopus pizza
Between the frenzy of Rome and the chaos of Naples, Italy offers more than a high-speed rail line. On miles of beach, the surf whispers of Ulysses whom Homer braided into this sunny and sibilant scene. A short ride inland takes you to ancient Roman ruins, medieval villages, surprising gardens, and walled hill towns. To provision the seeker of sun and mystery, this region of Italy, Latina, offers the best buffalo mozzarella and ricotta in the world, calamari in paper cones, and octopus pizza listed in an everyday sort of way on chalkboards in ancient trattorias.
Yes, I’m still in India, but I have a half page left in my passport, and it is absolutely going to Italy in May with or without a free press ticket, with or without Joan and Alice, with or without the discretionary funds to do it, with or without a good-enough reason.
It’s my life, damn it, and that is a good-enough reason. Besides, the only place that equals india’s coffee is Italy’s espresso. I can pack enough Indian coffee to last until May. And my hair, oh god my hair, it has never needed Aldo more, Aldo of the magic scissors, Aldo – a good-enough reason to go to Rome.
Ciao, ciao India. You have curried my favor to the point it oozes from every pore, repelling cows and mosquitoes, feral pigs and cobras. If I make it through Abu Dubai, they will disinfect me at O’Hare.