Here is a recent pic taken on the ship of hubby and me. Every time I cruise we get one of these done for fun…we look a bit stiff so I think all super models are safe to sleep tonight, lol.
Since I returned to Italy I have been camping out at Mama’s (senza Mama of course). In fact, truth be told, if she weren’t in the hospital I probably would have already hightailed it back to my 30 square meters in the city days ago. But my laziness prevailed (I’ll hang my hat on the jet lag of course) and the idea of carrying all those bags and my now 7 kilo cat (what the heck was Mama feeding her???) back home was not a very appealing notion to me. But alas, Genova had yet another bus strike Friday and I was forced to take the car into the city so why not pack everything up and make it official?
Don’t get me wrong, I love my tiny apartment downtown but Mama’s has a bathtub and a balcony. Coco was in heaven as she ran all over the spacious apartment wondering why we can’t stay at this nice resort longer. It seems that my haphazard window substitute is inferior to her caviar style of living and enormous balcony (that and Mama gives her raw meat and coffee behind my back). But, as the neighbour’s dog upstairs continued to bark, I knew it was time to head back. The upstairs neighbour also yells at his wife a lot and I only wish that my Italian was better so I could understand what all the fuss was about!
As I prepared my lunch in my tiny kitchen overlooking the courtyard I found myself falling in love with Italy all over again. Now, as most my readers know, this is a big leap from my ranting posts of the past several months. Call it Spring fever if you will, but it’s true. It may sound a bit ridiculous and if I had not experienced it myself I would probably think it was some cheesy scene from an American movie.
But, let me paint a picture for you just in case the youtube video is a bit lame.
It’s a breezy afternoon, the windows are open wide and Spring’s freshness with a floral hint wafts into my apartment on the second floor. Sounds below echo throughout the courtyard and I can hear children’s laugher in the distance. As the lunch hour creeps silently into this tiny space I know all will be still as the Italian siesta approaches. With bellies full, the neighbours begin to slumber and then her haunting soprano starts a siren’s song that fills the center courtyard with music. I live in a posh side of town and my neighbours consist of a pianist and opera singer…when she rehearses I get goosebumps all over my body and a broad smile across my face. This is the magic of Italy that makes me love her.
Enjoy the video…Coco is the star of course!