Friday I'm In Love (daily quote)
We finished the Civitanova beach job!! We got paid! We are in inspirational moods. Therefore...
"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me...
Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."
And A New Day Begins (With A Quote)
"Ideas come very easily with you, incessantly, like a storm. With me, it is a tiny thread of water. Hard labor at art is necessary for me before obtaining a waterfall."
Exit Music (For A Film)
Walking home from the city center on Monday, piano music was playing in the streets. It was coming from an open window above me, and it echoed unknowingly through those medieval roads--someone practicing for a classical music concert that would take place that night. People were walking home, carrying groceries and bookbags
, holding the hands of their children--and there was this music, so loud that I felt like I was walking through the rolling credits of a film. I walked on with intention, trying to act out my part accordingly.
Citazione del Giorno
"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country."
What a feast for the senses! At the risk of sounding like every other travel magazine, tourist office, and postcard, the sights, sounds, smells, and (especially) tastes of Italia are rich and lush and almost overwhelming. (What a supremely pleasant overdose!)
As I try to secure the memories of these days in Bell'Italia, my mind has started a mental scarpbook of sorts, a collection of brief, sweet glimpses of this sensual county.
The most recent scrapbook pages show a full moon rising over Ornette Coleman and his sax, a whiteflesh peach with a bright red pit, Debussy in a palazzo's stuffy upper room, finding chocolate-covered hazelnuts on sale, a cool night breeze on our fifth floor balcony, my first taste of cinnamon gelato, and three wild blackberries so very much worth the long, long reach over an Ascoli wall.
My mental scrapbook - it's Italia's blessing to flip though the filled pages of the past and still find empty ones for future use.