Yellow, blue, orange, green… These are the colors that have been used for the newly restored houses in the oldest neighborhoods of Trieste.
I’m back from Italy. Actually, I have been back for a while, but now with the kids in school I can say that I’m officially back to normal. The photo above is one of the memories I’ve taken with me from my “vacation” in Italy this past July. I say “vacation” because my month there has actually been a going back and forth to and from the hospital where my Mom was recovering after she underwent a surgery she had to have to fix a broken femur (she fell 3 days before my arrival and was released from the hospital 3 days before my departure, how about that?). Since the visiting hours went from 12.30pm to 3pm, every time I entered into the lobby I was wrapped by the smell of freshly baked pizza, straight from the oven. A pizzeria in the hospital. Non male, non male.
Il motorino. This is how the scooter is mainly known in Italy. The number of motorini in Italy is so great that some cities, like Trieste, have decided to turn entire streets into scooter parkings. And yet, sometimes not even that is enough: note the first two scooters on the right and how they are parked outside the marked spaces. Or the one at the end of the walking corridor. That guy clearly preferred to park in “pole position”.