March 20, 2007
A rainy and COLD Tuesday in Firenze I haven't had time to write captions, so I thought I'd take this moment to essentially explain this batch of pictures. Joselyn and I have been talking on the phone each afternoon (here; her early morning) using a sort of Internet phone booth on a side street near my scuola. It is very cheap - about 1 Euro for each 10 minutes, and the quality of sound is just fine. Today in class I was really with it, UNTIL the teacher turned to me and started asking me questions. Brain freeze - too much gelato in the brain. It was about perfume, and smelling it, and is it strong or dolce, and do I like it... and I could get all the words, but I just could not figure out what she was asking me. She was very nice about it - how you would be talking to something colorful and tame in the zoo - but my all purpose smile, raised eyebrows and "Si" didn't somehow satisfy her this time. I never did figure out what it was all about, and my classmate Ihren at lunch today (and she IS a good student) also couldn't tell me what was being asked. So maybe it's not just me. But when the insegnante turned to others, suddenly my brain unfroze and I knew on their behalf just exactly what was being asked, and, too, what the answer might be. Is this what it is in like in class for everyone? I can't exactly remember my school days, but no doubt physics in 11th grade felt like this. I was busy throwing spitballs at the time, trying to stick them to the others on the lights on the ceiling, to really listen. This time I actually am trying, really I am.
So, the pictures: The party was a gathering held on Sunday in Fabbio and Allesandra's kitchen/dining room. You can see the children (Martina is the only girl present) and three couples, and Yuki, and an empty seat where I was sitting until I realized I'd better run downstairs and fetch the camera. By the way, running downstairs here is a bit like falling downstairs. The kitchen is at the top of four flights, each steeper than the next. The other pictures display the shredded remains of my room, and the view out my window this afternoon. Joselyn has been asking for these pictures, ugly as they are, so I'm sharing for everyone to see. It's a small room, but it's a nice room. Out the window I showed the nearby intersection, the view of the street below, and a view left and a view right. So there you have it, toilet, park and all.
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