0574 An Ode to my Guitar (Ita 075â€”new)
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I left my guitar with Massimo in Cazzano. With Ryanair, I wouldâ€™ve had to pay more to take the guitar with me than the guitar was actually worthâ€¦
She was a good guitar, she stood by my side all the way from Khouribga to
Now I need to take a break. I need to think some things over. I need to figure out where Iâ€™m going to go from here. So letting go of my guitar is a symbolical way of freeing myself up for a fresh start.
But when Massimo drops me off in the town of
I simply canâ€™t not parkbench Albino.
Itâ€™s like Iâ€™m addicted. I canâ€™t be in a town and not experience it, explore it, take a picture and video clip in it, play music in it and claim it as my own. Iâ€™ve been doing this without interruption for the last 65 days and I simply canâ€™t stop.
Only one problem: no guitar.
Iâ€™ve imagined this dilemma before. Iâ€™ve figured that if my guitar were stolen in the middle of
And Albino is definitely worth discovering. Thereâ€™s a walk along the stream with the view of the town and mountains in the backgroundâ€¦ Thereâ€™s the charming
So I sit on a parkbench an mumble a couple of songs while scraping on my water bottle. I know, itâ€™s really lame-- even downright pathetic, but itâ€™s all I could think ofâ€¦
I still donâ€™t consider Albino thoroughly parkbenched. But Iâ€™ll go ahead and tack it on here, trusting that Iâ€™ll get back to the town eventually with my guitar and give it a proper concertâ€¦