corner view :: exotic
It's all about perspective, isn't it? I've had that concept on my mind quite a bit lately -- perspective. I grew up in the rural south of the United States, where things that seemed normal to me would likely seem exotic to you. Ever been to an authentic crawfish boil? For me, that was life. It continues to be for family still there. It's a good life, I tell ya.
My life has changed a bit since then. I bet yours has, too. A few weeks ago we sent our 30 liter stainless steel container down to Sicily with Nonno Nino. He will return it filled with this year's olive oil from his family's production, and when he does we'll place it in our cantina under the stairs with my husband's wine collection. Just ten years ago, this would have seemed incredibly exotic to me. Now, I can't imagine life without any of it: the oil, the husband, and especially not the vino. Wait. . . this isn't a post about vino? How did I get there?
For more exotic views of the world, see Francesca.