Our Man in Europe/take five/ "DO U know how to whistle?

Hotel Dave: DO U know how to Whistle?


It's Market dfay, (again); Piazza Cavalli.
Holler-ba-loo.
Last day in April.

I sing of Deborah. Italiano fashion-ista: Bella-donna!
Every time I see her?
New outfit; right out of Milano; spectaculo!

She's a "Desperate Housewife"
who never got married;
Everyone loves her for it...

She's "debonair", probably?...goinmg nowhere.
It doesn't matter: She's LIFE.

When, someday? -she's a little old Lady?
She will have NO regrets.
........
........
Do U know how to Whistle?

You just put your lips together
and blow.


c 2012/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Inventor of Mental Taxi-dermi, etc.

Our Man in Europe/HOTEL DAVE/part 4: "Ciao Rigazzi!"

Our Man in Europe/HOTEL DAVE/part 4/ "Ciao Ragazzi!!!"


AGAIN, yet again, I have been reported DEAD.....!?

Again?.... I'm not. (sic)

THIS time...by LIBERTA...the "big Kahuna" Press 'round these parts, out of Milano. (big city in North Italy)

Apparently, I died on the Via Borghetto...in Piacenza, last Monday at 2 p.m.

(JEEZE!!!? Who the hell dies at 2.p.m.?)

And I quote:  "Bianco dude, age; 55; NO "legable documents.....a Ukelele....wearing Red shoes..."

Friends? RAGAZZI!? ....I will NEVER die wearing RED shoes.

"N'uff said". Now? Please pop that Cork; yours sincerely?

 -the Grateful Dead.


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"WE'LL KEEP THE CANDLEBRA ON FER YA...:)"

Our Man in Europe/HOTEL DAVE/part 3: Piazza Cavalli

Part 3: Hotel Dave: Piazza Cavalli

...Spinning my wheeels... It's "Politico" day, here, Sunday, 22nd April...in Piacenza.... Sun came out/went to "super" market (the size of an Amish kiosk) and bought milk, beer & vino.
 (€7.00)
Some "Cat" named Paolo Minnestrone is running for office. (Gave ME a mean stare!)
Distinctly Mafiosa, I think.
Marquees, in the Piazza Cavalli; errected, buntings, boog-a-loo.
Probably? (Paolo) "Il Duce!"...has an E-mail address.
Beware.

Bought milk, beer & vino. Sun came out. Politico day (giorno). Marquees, buntings. Some "mini" basket-ball courts/netted; all errected.
Not an Afro-American...or for THAT matter; not a SOUL who looks/speaks like Matt Damon, in sight!?
But? Right there; errected, right under the Romanesque arches of the Palazzo Gottico....?  Boing-boing-boing! Frickin basket-ball.
A tutorial on Machiavelli, Da Vinci, the intracies of the concertos of VIVALDI?....This, I could understand....?
Sacrilege.

The "bambini" (Italian kids) go at it, collectively, (the mini basket thingy) like Junkies at a free Morphine fest.
Like I say? -the sun came out. "Cougars" parade the Piazza with their hounds; cannine or otherwise. It's - per norm - bycycle City. Smart Cars, designed for the mentally challenged,  fight over parking spaces. Paolo (the Politico) shakes everyone's hand except mine. Indigenous music, inter-spersed with "Vote for ME m'fricker" orchestrates the solubriously piazza dynamic.

(My mind wanders...) One LONE piece of advice I can give to "mio vecchio Americano amici"...IS? -when U visit, if it's HOT?....walk on the shady side of the street.
Whichever STREET U are on is of NO consequence.
If it's NOT (hot)? Go FIND a Street where there's - leastways - a ray of SUN; then?....walk down it. In Winter, you will thank me.
Meanwhile? Sunday. (Domenica) Politico Day. Went to the "super-market. Milk, beer & Vino. Free coffee, coutesy of "The Good Woman of Shechswan" (spell?) via Mazzini; Lady Chan.
Like I say... The sun came out.

I think I need to lie down, now.


c 2012/april/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/piacenza/italia/NEVER trust ANYONE U love....on Sunday....:)

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx! hugs to Carole & Molly.

Our DUDE in Europe: HOTEL DAVE, Part 2: Song for Amy Whinehouse

Part 2: Song for Amy Whinehouse

Milk: €1.00
Eggs: €1.50
2 bread rolls: €0.45
Toilet paper: €1.50
Can of tomatoes: €0.45
SMOKES, of course: €5.50
Vino: €2.50
And a 12 pack: €8.00 (beer)

Got garlic. Got onions. Got spuds. The "D" string on my Guitar is kind'a "iffy"; but we'll get by.

Raining, incdentally, here in Italy. London? Probably there, too.

Local Music radio sucks. But YOU would be happy, I know.
I got TWO Butterfly stickers on my HOTEL DAVE wndows...
for the Living,
 for THEIR future;
and all the Smiles, for better or worse...that passed you by.



c 2012/dave delacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italy/less we forget.....

Our Man in Europe: HOTEL DAVE.....(the 3rd & final part of this blog.....Part 1: Italian Psycho

Part 1: HOTEL DAVE: Italian Psycho

...I use SEA & SKI 30 PLUS Byzantine Sunscreen...and brush my "tooth" with ERBE DENTI-FRICKIO. (it's a toothpaste)
Both come in tubes.
As for Razors?
We'll come around to that later.
...
Under-arm deodor-rant? (armpit-crotch-stuff)
I use MEDI-CHOICE.
It's a "roll-on"; the legacy of a previous HOTEL DAVE guest, now deceased.

Shampoo? (€1.00) I get it from some super-market called LIDL.
They're Germans.
Blood fresh meat?
Some Arab guy called EE-OH. He has a Butcher's shop across the street from the HOTEL DAVE, next to the Church.
I ask him (EE-OH) many questions: Spices? Rich sauces? What's his "take" on Ghoulash?

The only question he ever asked ME was, what's the English word for "Carving Knife"?
I answered: Bloody Mary.
Now? Every time I go to buy €4.00 of diced, blood, fresh meat? -he says:
"No problemo, Dave. Let me just sharpen my Bloody Mary."

(...to be continued.)


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