its called Fare Il Ponte...

Which literally means "to build the bridge...and for you working class heroes (or career students) it means, when there is a federal holiday on a Thursday, you slyly take the Friday off to build a nice little bridge through the weekend. Its genius and it was my time to try it out.









Aside from Thursday, which started with coffee, back to bed, then a late lunch in town with DJ Livia, then a little sneezy fit, and an afternoon nap, a simple dinner and early to bed, the weekend was pretty active and busy. Busy getting weird with Loni, or Yolonda - La Rossa Nera D'Emilia Romgna as she has been christened this weekend...

A simple 45Km ride to the beach by way of coffee in Ravenna, turned adventurous spirit when the left over "clandestine mood altering substance" was consumed on the bike path to the seaside,



where I saw new graffiti art, that is so close to something I drew after a very powerful dream I had back in 2005 that I stopped and stared and wept for feeling like I am in the right place at the right time...



I ventured down some cool paths, along waterways, riding every type of path and road and trail imaginable, past beaches, through the pines, past abandoned fishing canneries, swamps, even found the nudie beaches (where apparently, old fat men need to invest in some sort of fanny pack to avoid having to pick up whatever the hell they were picking up every single time I glanced over the dale) and eventually back to the beach having completed a quite large and unnecessary but rad side trip through the primitive farm and marsh lands of Ravenna.















A day of swimming and sleeping and reading and writing at the KUTA ensued.











I coerced some friends to come out for a show that was not as fun as getting to know them better (Turns out I'm not the only one who believes in Shampoo Sunday - Professor, we have a lady practitioner in our midst), crashed at Igor's house in Mezzano, which has been overrun with giant mice in red jumpsuits,



otherwise a quaint hamlet in the burbs of Ravenna,



I took another wrong turn on an amazing ride,











...and made it back to the same beach for more swimming, sleeping and reading, before an ominous ride home with threatening rain clouds. Good thing I packed dinner...













Grand Total for the two days 209.44 KM, 3 with a passenger on the rack...not bad for feeling out of shape lately...



Jammed back to catch some music/video art at the ClanDestino,



...and get a couple of ladies to pose for pictures saying the word "boooooobssss"



(their idea I swear) More laughs and an easy Sunday of shopping, cooking, reading and catching up with friends who work as hard as anyone here at the Farm, along with, of course, more napping. Never listen to me bitch about how busy it is here again! Even Frank finds time (and place) for a cool nap now and again...



Scotty.