Standing here seriously trying to capture the feel and splash of these waves, when Paolo, a strapping young Italian man, decides he would prefer I pay attention to his bath in the Adriatic. Not to be distracted, I managed a simple 6x8 sketch before he had insisted on coming over and giving me his phone number. It seems in southern Italy, if a man has a "machina" (car), he assumes you will be interested in most any service he may be offering. My friend Toni took his picture (after he put his tight underwear back on). I won't post that here. Just so glad she was with me! Dio mio.