Estrucian Erotica?

Gesundheit. No worries. Today's blog title isn't contagious.

I mentioned last week that I'm headed to Italy in September. In my mind there's an outline; a plan of what I want to see and the specific cities I'm going to experience: Florence, Pisa, Lucca, Siena, Maremma, to name a few off the top.

There's a long list of things I want see, old rocks I want to turn over, and scratch underneath while in this beautiful country. My list could go on, and on, and on, and geez, I'm only going for a couple weeks', unless of course I meet vineyard owner that is willing to open up his villa to an American erotica writer, then well, I may extend my stay. But, just in case that doesn't actually happen, it's rather important to get a handle on what you want to see, capiche?

Last night I shared a lovely bottle of white wine with a friend. The wine tasted of rich soil, honeysuckle and mushrooms. The evening sky was the color of deep, purple; midnight blue and the air was crisp, clean beautiful, and cool. It was pleasant and quiet, and my friend and I sipped the wine and talked about our up and coming trip to Italy. My friend leaned in close to the table and told me all about Estrucian and Roman ruins scattered throughout Italy; amongst the olive trees and vineyards.

"Estrucian and erotic." She said, her left eyebrow rose, looking at me over her wine glass.

"God bless you." I said.

"I didn't sneeze." She answered.

"Huh?" Estrucian...what?" I asked.

"Oh. Estrucian Erotica." She said.

"Gesundheit." I offered, again.

She smiled and went on to explain these ruins date back a couple thousand years. No. I. Didn't. Stutter. Yes. It is amazing to learn there are things in this world that are over 1,000 years old. A couple thousand years, but whose counting? And it appears they're erotic in nature.

"Hmmm..." I said.

So among all the vineyards, museums, vineyards and site seeing, it appears I'm also working an erotic tomb site into my trip now.



Ciao