Mark and I have been in Italy only a week, and already we’ve found steady work.
Okay, not really. Delta Moon is not afraid of work, but we have to go with our strengths. I think we are better at eating pizza than we would be at delivering it.
After several shows in Calabria and some good times with friends there, we flew north and were reunited with our luggage. My suitcase turned out to be a treasure chest of forgotten luxuries: an electric beard trimmer, a can of boot polish, a harmonica. And of course clean clothing. It felt like Christmas.
Today we have off. We’ve been wandering around town in the rain. Tomorrow we go back to work and perhaps will even eat a pizza. Ciao, everybody.