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If you want to know how delighted I am about special chocolates being made by an artisan chocolatier for one of my signings? Here I am, preparing to go on my first live television interview, for RAI, less than twenty-four hours after landing in Italy.
Ladra di cioccolato
Look at the toilet. Id have to go back to Matera just to have more. We will call it an Incredible Fluke of Beautiful Luck. So—although little Giulia my amazing Italian publicist, who chose the location knew, this was just hilariously perfect. Just ask the lovely Giulia, my indefatigably tolerant publicist.
I was singing it under my breath the whole time I was strolling through rain-drenched Florence, in fact. Lunch in a piazza with some of the guests and organizers of the Festival. I Failed this Question. What do you think? A much more lovely experience than my feeble iPhone photos can do justice to. Here are the three Fanucci girls.
The interview was in the full sun facing into it, priority going to the camera! I even posed on the Ponte Vecchio, because, of course, of the SONG that you are supposed to be listening to right now.
Alas, no chance to see the Castel that Mina had recommended, and off we went, racing by the sea, signing a copy of Ladra di cioccolato for a friendly taxi driver, and just catching the flight back to Cioccolsto. But you can see the hillside of the openings to some of the oldest caves here, in the view from my hotel. Trying to show how the Chocolate Party spilled up from this tucked-in sloping street into the piazza and street that terraced just above it.
Very fun and welcoming Italian authors of historical fiction. OK, seriously, look at this bathroom.
I thought in a room like that, I was probably supposed to sleep on the floor, cjoccolato. I stopped a year or two ago. Yep, you guessed it, I tried all three. Look at the shower. I originally thought I was going to at least get to pretend I was the author in cioccolatp First Grade Event, since that was why I was invited, but, in what is Highly Typical Fashion for Authorial Moments of Glory, I have been shunted off in favor of certain first-graders who want to be the author, instead.
What would you do in my place? This was one of the most wonderful things to me about this tour. Lunch with some of the people from cioccklato Festival, like organizer Maria Paola and ciocclato editor Isabella, and more. There was a television crew and I remember doing an interview ri in English, half in Italian, but they promised me they would subtitle it for the show. Thanks to all you readers, too, whose interest in these books has made so much of this worthwhile!
Normally when traveling in an unfamiliar country, your contacts with others are limited and touristic—asking for directions, talking to the hotel staff about local restaurants, interrogating local chocolatiers about ciccolato passion, striking up occasional conversations with people if a circumstance allows.
Curl up with pizza picked up down the street from my hotel. And back, with random stops in beautiful churches here and there on the way, and a detour to find a recommended chocolate shop that was, sadly, barred shut:.
Where the toughest question was if, in addition to working full-time, writing full-time, doing promotional tours, and mothering a small child, I had any hobbies.
Then I got three more flavors. Italians like to exaggerate to make you feel good. Wake-up call from the hotel. But I was feeling pressured!
Ladra di Cioccolato – Laura Florand
Matera is home of the Sassiold dwellings carved into the limestone. I had to email her right away. Out on a nice plaza sitting at a little coffee table in front of a bookstore, with a gelateria just across from ladfa and a gorgeous view of the sassi over to our left.
Can you imagine having a bad migraine and having to guide me, the American author on tour, through Florence in time to get to her signing while she kept taking photos? Of the vaulted ceilings and luxurious bed that Ladra di Cioccolato was sleeping in last post. I never even got to share half of the things that happened in Italy, so much was happening so fast all the time before, during, and after.
Even if I did try seven places. What are you reading? Or all of the above? In country less than 18 hours. I fioccolato had one day!! So that was pretty much a typical day. In Paris, at least. I wish I could show you this town at night, with the lights in the houses ciocclato and down these hillsides.
I just love it. Look what reward Fanucci Leggereditore offered to those who came out in the rain!