04 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/04 Flornance, Italy

I was out at first light and headed toward Bologna.  While standing in the train station in front of an electronic schedule I noticed three young ladies behind me looking over my shoulder.  They were three young Americans also looking for the train to Florence, so I introduced myself.  Since the four of us had three hours to burn until our train departed, I accompanied one of the young ladies through the streets in search of a sweater.  Her mother had purchased her father a sweater from Bologna years ago that he had always enjoyed.   (more…)

06 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/06 Pisa, Italy

I was told of a nice beach just outside of Pisa so I snuck in an early shower again and took an early train out.  Tuscany provided an enchanting landscape painted in pastels.  I followed the tourists to the tower in Pisa, gave my two cents and climbed to the top.  With all those people hanging all over it I was surprised it hadn’t fallen and decided to head down before it did.  After strolling through the Duomo and viewing Ramous’s doors I wandered across the river to get a feel for the countryside and sat along the side of the bridge thinking.  Truth, like art is sometimes in the eye of the beholder.   (more…)

06 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 067 Weight of the darkness

Weight of the darkness, surrounds me, north winds begin to blow,
but the spell of another has bound me and I cannot go

Though the storms, she’s fast descending,
and the rain has turn to snow,
still I see no bending and I cannot go

Clouds upon clouds, above me, my steps are becoming slow, though I tried, I still could not see and I could not go

07 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/07 Siena, Italy

I had earmarked a hostel on the outskirts of Siena but the travel guide didn’t provide a good description of how to get there.  I asked a young lady who was sitting across from me on the train if she knew the best way to reach this destination.  She made a few attempts to explain but probably the combination of her hearing herself and the expression on my face persuaded her to just show me, so I followed her off the train.  (more…)

08 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/08 Siena, Italy

After packing up my clean clothes I headed off early into the city, sat behind a cup of coffee just off the main square, with pen in hand I watched the city wake up around me.  I found myself staring at the unique inner walls of the St. Catherine’s church.  The inside was different from what I expected from its outside.  It captured my attention and soul.  The contrast between the dark and light was not like others churches I have visited.  I sat off in one of the corners and for some time stared at the many faces looking down on me.   (more…)