Reliving that walk in Costa Rica in pitch darkness – the four of us singing old Hindi numbers – just like college days – and scaring the beejujus out of the hapless iguanas (check out http://www.rajibroy.com/?p=4160), this time too, we sat out one night, way past midnight singing our favorite old numbers. There are no iguanas in Italy and there was some faint light in the vast green lawns… Like last time, the most voluble chorus was for “Pyar hamein kis mod pe le aaya”…

If any of you know both of us, you probably also know we could not be more different from each other 🙂

Everything went as well as last vacation in Costa Rica together with the sole exception that we missed Sunil drinking all of us under the table and then belting some Bollywood numbers this time 🙂

I doubt I will remember any of those stuff from the long dead in Italy. Fortunately, I avoided going inside any of them. But I will remember all those numerous people I made friends with and some indelible moments spent with my and Sunil’s family. Here is one such moment guaranteed to evoke a smile in the future, way after the kids have left home, just to recollect how the street clown himself picked the pose 🙂 This one was somewhere in the streets of Verona.

Near the Pantheon in Rome, among all the Mediterranean fruits being sold on the streets was this vendor selling stripped coconuts. Which I thought was distinctly tropical. In any case, I cannot think of any other country than India, where the white of the coconut was being sold on the streets like this.

By the way, Anastassia, should I get you some? 🙂

After the run, I went out for a walk with Sunil, both of us duly accompanied with our respective glasses of wine. We were busy discussing the intricacies of the “bin-packing” algorithm when we got caught by some quick, sharp showers. Not having too many options, we just shoehorned ourselves into the narrow window openings of a building and continued with our wine and discussions! I don’t think the algorithm got any better 🙂

Question answered!!!

Once in my kindergarten class, we were asked to draw houses. At a very early age, I had shown unambiguous signs of utter lack of artistic talents. That particular day, I drew ten boxes (purportedly houses 🙂 ) and colored them each with different colors. I was certainly constrained by the fact that I had only ten crayons with me 🙂 My teacher, thoroughly unimpressed with my sense of conformity, gave me some gentle reminders that I should not feel compelled to use up all my colors 🙂

Next time I see her, I will ask her to visit an island called Burano off Venice 🙂

Perfect evening in Varignana with the army’s and Gherardis!! Learnt a lot about the history of the local area…