I’ve been a little M.I.A. lately, which I’m sure can be expected with all the changes that are happening with my life. As I type, I’m sitting against our balcony doors in the Italian sunshine, overlooking terracotta-tiled roofs and bustling Italians down below, eating a bowl of deliziosa strawberries. I suddenly want to breathe in everything Italian, from the weather, culture, food, people and anything else that comes my way. I’m very excited to be going to Rome on Thursday for the very first time. It’s my second last place that I wanted to see before I went home. (Unfortunately I wanted to see Pompeii, but it just wasn’t in the schedule.)
I’ve decided that it’s time to change the record, dance to a different tune, and move on. So, as I’m sitting here I’m listening to Radio Italia, a station which plays only Italian music. It’s quite refreshing, actually. Sometimes I get so sick of mainstream radio which plays the same 5 songs continuously all day. As an artist, I take great inspiration from music, probably more than anything else. In times of hardship I often turn to music. I can pinpoint songs to specific times of my life. I’ve decided that this time of my life has to be remembered as la sezione Italiana.
I’m happy to report that during our daily walk this weekend, two ladies stopped bubba and I to chat. After a little chat about baby, the weather, her dog, I said “Sono Canadese.” (I’m Canadian) Signora: “Canadese? No! Vero?” (Canadian? No! Really?) It only took a year for me to understand someone and they to understand me!