by Katie Price
Yesterday was an incredibly
long day in Cagli. I woke up at
3:45 AM to do a second photography shoot of my interview subject, a local
baker. The reward of a great photos plus a hot apricot-filled brioche was a
nice start to my morning.
I left the bakery around
6 A.M. and ran into a classmate waiting for a photography shoot with her
subject, a man who hunts with bird dogs.
She invited me to join but I hesitated, knowing I would have no control
over whether I’d make it to my 8:30 A.M. Italian class.
Still, I couldn’t
think of a good reason to say no to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although I wouldn’t jump into a
stranger’s car in America, somehow I knew that I’d be in goods hands if I
tagged along for her photography shoot.
Our group consisted of
two cars, two local men, an interpreter, two Gonzaga students, and five English
Setters. The journey up the
mountain was full of twists and turns but the view from the top was absolutely
worth the effort. I wandered around the hillside, laughing, gesturing, and
attempting to speak broken Italian.
I was about a half hour late for my Italian class, but I cannot think of
a better way to begin my morning.
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