I’m a nut (cluck, cluck), I’m a nut.

This endeavor is mixed beer nuts from a can, in honor of the “biker” in me.

Art continues to be the main catalyst of all things good in my life. I have been meaning to run up to Citta di Castello about an hour north of Perugia to see some Burri works. I finally had an open weekend and decided to go see the museums. I invited Caitlin and she got the fabulous and wild idea that we should take scooters to Citta di Castello. . . .

Friday, we had a little lesson. I was terrified but made it into the traffic after about 10 minutes of parking lot. We then road around with Richard, a kid on the program who was sort of a ringleader for the weekend and his visting friend, Sam. So, they drove us, we watched gorgeous Italy zoom by.

Saturday morning, gear up, armor, its cold. I wore a durable collared shirt, a wool sweater and a hoodie with my jean jacket and a scarf—I was still cold. Saturday the above mentioned and my friend Scott all participated in our little trip. In the beginning of the day I had the “special” scooter—he was slow, at least while I was driving him. At one point I was way behind and everyone pulled over to wait. As I was trying to get to the other side a huge truck pulled right behind me a honked. That was scary. Sam happened to be taking a video. HA. We snuck into a deserted house. Accidentally went to Gubio and rode in terrifying birdcages up the mountain. Lots of little fabulous things all day. We just rode around and let the road take us where ever.

In my life, this whole scooter extravaganza was merely a vehicle to an art museum. Funny enough ,when we reached Citta di Castello the museum was closed. As I mentioned above, art is the catalyst to all things good in my life. If I hadn’t wanted to see those painting I probably would have NEVER gotten on a blasted scooter. That blasted scooter was one of my favorite things I have done in Italy. I am going to do it again. A monster has been created.