be a tourist in a small mountain village in Abruzzo means to belong to a specific category of human being.
First there forever.
comes and goes depending on the season.
You can find it in the summer.
But even at Christmas and Easter, especially on weekends when the sun is shining and we approach the summer.
Usually the repertoire of actions associated with him is quite small. In any case, they are all related to the particular condition of being on vacation. That is in that state of idleness, or even seen as svaccamento as compulsive search for the note of events and cultural tourism. All day long, for an indefinite period, usually a couple of weeks, sometimes for a month, more frequently for a few days.
In the first case the tourist is not inclined to do much.
can rest at home, in a hotel on the shore of the lake or at any suitable place to park your body naturally tends to stagnation or at least to a stereotyped series of slow movements. For example, can move an arm to grab a drink or relieve glasses with greed always aim for the exact same things. However
usually is the most popular option to spend hours basking in the sun in real estate, turning from time to time over the bearing surface as occasional spit. Slowly sipping a cold drink or munching on some typical product.
Anyway you see it around in the evening when appropinqua the square of the selected place to indulge in some tired bar chair or a bench.
If things go well, someone, filling the evening with a concert, a piano bar, a raffle or a country fair. In the end, however, is not so important. So much for him would be the same. What counts is the stand there doing nothing or almost. What I talk about this and less of a beer and a sorbet, or drag to slow a hyper stroller ... In this figure
tourist basically inactive and passive opposes the curious tourist and dynamic, sometimes to excess. Always eager to learn anything. When he reaches his goal often indulges in ecstatic exclamations like:
Bello ...
Oohhh ... Or other similar
grumbling.
To get to this state is ready to go everywhere without any restraint.
Nothing should escape its gaze.
Each site is marked and cataloged through the release of at least one photo. Perhaps in combination also his picture to prove your presence friends.
The photo, in its chronic immobility, has succeeded in establishing itself as the ideal support to preserve the memory of those occasional events, giving them the category of eternity.
In memory of future generations we can attest: I was there. When that material will also be dissolved in a: he was there, and then in an entity even more abstract and ideal. A pure virtual connotations often intangible.
In any case, the square becomes the central point of contact of two different categories of tourists. The place where you agree and try to live together peacefully.
After all are not so dissimilar. Because they embody two sides of same coin, that the average worker on holiday with his family in tow. Indeed that particular moment becomes the social occasion to exhibit their masterpieces.
know what the product of unions today increasingly precarious. Or after exhausting themselves manic care necessary to look good. And when that is not enough you can compensate for the alleged misconduct with colorful trinkets, T-shirts with slogans, pants with floral embroidery, a few tattoos and so on.
If all goes well, you can also get better understanding of one's fellows, perhaps at the bar of ice cream or clash with the meeting of strollers occupied by well-dressed puppets and compostissimi. Sometimes
convict can walk with the dog.
In this case, the effort required is minimal.
no longer you have to choose.
It's all him.
wags his tail, approaches or abbaja depending on the intensity and growls of smell, hormones into the circulation of sex.
The only drawback is being delivered at the mercy of fate and nature, often blindly.
But it will not always bad.
Eventually someone or something is always found it interesting.
any day of August passed to a strange case.
not looking at the monuments and bought little.
walked with the others but pulled right without seeking written history or signs of sheep butchers or bakers of artisan sweets. He had with him
a small backpack inseparable from him.
After taking a popular cafe in the bar, that usually frequented by the indigenous natives of the country, he continued his wanderings.
it was not clear what he wanted.
Eventually he found his place.
A bench in the shade on the main street between two parked cars.
He took off his knapsack.
He opened it and pulled a clear plastic bag.
the street there were many more tourists and even locals. He had in fact arrived at siesta time or pause café as a prelude to a possible afternoon nap. In
around there were only few children were playing with nothing.
Two of them, there in the neighborhood, for stop for a moment of curiosity about this event exceptional. Ei
but doing what?
What has never pulled out of the backpack?
unnoticed pretend to continue the walk.
Then at the first opportunity the nearest time step and throws a quick look.
Too much is curiosity to resist.
The bright face and a little 'cheeky look and pulled up to the limit get the prize so much sought.
Inside the envelope is transparent glimpse of books, papers, but also a green pen and a highlighter.
were two books, however, than ever before.
Oh no ... this is not the usual tourist guides or detailed maps of trails mountain or the narrow streets of the country. The strange type
takes them both.
Start reading one for a while '.
Then move quickly to second, opening in the middle in a precise page, to return to another acrobatic. Suddenly
take the white paper and began writing almost without stop. In
while going down there in front of a young girl.
should try something in the car.
Passes type without saying anything.
Hello ... we hear.
responds immediately ... goodbye ... and then smiles. Meanwhile
the window above the bench in the local dialect is heard screaming:
Melissa!
Your name is Melissa?
No. .. Melisa with them alone. After rummaging
long drive back home without finding anything.
This time she is healthy.
Hello!
Hello ...
Time continues to pass, but that gentleman did not bat an eyelid.
Tourists usually stationed there for a while '. I know to drink a coke, eat a Mostaccioli to consult the travel cards.
But then they get up and resume the journey.
No, instead he sits there almost motionless, hooked on these books as if nothing else existed.
The two girls hand in hand go back to wherever they came from.
this time without saying anything goes straight to the same bench and sit next to him.
They talk among themselves to other children.
At one point close to that of Tourists check out an abnormal cell cyclamen. Search
a photo to show her friend.
The boy was suspended reading, after witnessing the scene in silence trying to find out:
Hello ... you are here?
Yes, we are here.
Not much to do, right? Already
...
The largest are usually found to the "gardens".
But we are not so great ...
And you're a tourist?
A moment's pause before answering, then:
Well ... maybe ... but not only ...
not entirely convinced by the response, after playing for a bit 'with the mask of the cells showed a remarkable ability, shooting you up with her friend.
Tie inextricably arm continue their carefree turn in search of amusing moments.
not before saying goodbye with a smile.
