Flying High in the Friendly Skies

Some posts show, others tell. This is the former.

I’m can fly a drone! See below.

Learning to fly comes with crashes. Thankfully, none have grounded me completely. You have to admit, they’re very fun to watch, though, so the above is some of that.

I essentially got my wings in Italy last summer. Piemonte, Tuscany, Calabria, and Sicily. Such dreamy skies…The US makes it very difficult to fly, and Nicaragua? Well, they’ll straight up take your drone away from you.

I only got to take her out at Feudi del Posciotto after my solid-ground filming and tasting through their new vintages. A full moon was creeping up over the vineyards, and Nero d’Avola was running through my veins. It was a perfect flight. Not one wipe out, sure some jerks here and there, but the skies were very dolce vita that night.

A little whimsical, piecing together what we had. Moishe and I  went more to learn from than to document our time with Olio Barbera, but of course, we still tried to film when we could. Now we need the pressing and bottling portion of it all! If you’re interested in how olive oil is made, check out this video I made for Clos Mesorah Olive Oil:

I cannot recommend enough a day or two of manual olive harvesting instead of therapy that week.

just a little more than a century

sapiens so high

birds-eye view of the little

boxes

settlements

of work weeks and monogamy

snaked are the lives with rivers and roads

perfect plots with pools

THE REST struggling to survive

on the

outskirts

lush lands

arid expanses

paradises paved

insignificant

significant

beauty

shredding through the sky

surfing the puffs

~From Kendal’s Navy Moleskine with the Astronaut Scateboarder – July 7, 2021, somewhere between Charleston, West Virginia and JFK.

Word to the wise: You cannot bring a drone into Nicaragua (nor binoculars, or oddly enough, pickles??)—and various sets of wireless microphones plus a few cellphones and a laptop will only exacerbate the situation. Eventually, they let me in the country, and I was able to recuperate my gear upon departure a week later! Don’t take one, though. It’s A LOT of hassle, and fluent Spanish was key in my recovery efforts.

I’m fluttering to get up there more, so I’m getting my license next week. Tips and references in the comments below will be dearly appreciated!