“City” is a relative term in my lexicon. If you’re referring to a metropolis or megalopolis, then “you’ve got the right string, baby, but the wrong yo-yo.” Fuhgeddaboutit! Big-city guy I’m not. Don’t need the grind of city traffic, anonymity, mute avoidance from faces of passersby, etc. Give me freedom, smiles, familiar greetings, happy faces and a decent choice of things to do, see and buy, and it’s good. Throw in art, music, culture and personality and it becomes great.
Siena, Italy: What’s not to like about Italy?! Though I enjoy the antiquities of Roma, Firenze and other more notables on the map, it’s the smaller towns in the Tuscan hillsides that attract me, and the ancient tight-twisting streets of Siena are special. I’d love to watch the famous Palio di Siena horse race that occurs in the piazza there — very different from American horse racing. The famous Campanile in the city’s center. Italian cuisine, hospitality. Exquisite ceramic art. Italian extroversion and exuberance. Buon giorno! Bene! Bene!
Prescott, AZ: Sunny sky, most days! Moderate, four-season weather! Friendly people who aren’t afraid to engage in brisk conversation. Howdy! Yes, sir! Western independence with a ready smile, confidence. Crisp, clean look of town. Nicely restored historic buildings. Despite small population, there’s a significant artistic community and obvious appreciation of art. Some good eats, lots of natural space to enjoy.
Carpe diem. Vita brevis!
© May 3, 2011, by Michael E. Stubblefield. All rights reserved. Photo courtesy Plinky.com.