Still feeling ill, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and off to the restaurant for work. Walking down the street I looked up and there it was, my vision burning bright through the lifting fog...the Golden Cross. I experienced a miracle. Felt fine and hungry and for the first time in days. Off I went to observe, to write, to EAT! Halleluja!
(Disclaimer: The writer is Jewish and in no way means any disrespect to his fellow brethren or people of the Christian faith. No Catholics were harmed during the writing of this blog. Foods were eaten, napkins dirtied & shop keepers paid.)
Next I went to Beatrice's Tripe cart outside the central market for lampredotto. Say it with me now "a tripe stew made from abomasum" Trust me, it's delicious. Hearty, lots of good flavor and the best salsa verde at the market. Then off to a cafe for some espresso and Baci.