I talked with Sandro this morning and in broken englitalian, we decided that he will pick me up at the Levanto train station at 18:22. Sandro understands my english well except when I talk too fast on the phone. I want to learn italian so I tried communicating with him in italian this morning. It will probably be easier to speak in italian when we are face to face. I am so glad that, in a pinch, we will be able to talk in english.
As excited as I am to go spend some time on the top of a mountain that overlooks the mediterranean sea with Sandro, I will miss my new friends here. Andree, Zeno and I have had a good time over the past couple of days. (Aldo has had to work so I have spent less time with him, but in just an hour or two of chatting, I know we are kindred spirits.) Last night Andree and I watched Marie Antoinette. We were up until about 1:30am and mommy was sure sleepy this morning; she gave her ritual thanks to the coffee gods at breakfast while I continued reading The Bell Jar.
This is my second reading of The Bell Jar and, yes, I still love Sylvia Plath. I haven't read any of her poetry yet, and I am missing the book of her letters home that I left behind in Blacksburg. Oh, Sylvia - I would like your insight while I'm on my European adventure. When might I return to your wisdom? Right, right, rriiight - when I go back to school in the fall. We shall meet again!
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Anywho - I have made nebulous plans with Christie Booth to meet her in La Rochelle, where she is studying. We talked about May 23rd or 24th to stay for a little less than a week. From there, I will eventually make it to Paris to meet Andrew Rose Gregory on the May 31st. My Franco-adventures promise to be just as exciting as my journey in Italy. I must start to look at plane tickets to France.
Sandro confirmed my suspicions that there will not be internet access on the farm. I do not know how long I will be there: maybe a week, maybe two, three. I do not know what this next step of my journey holds in store. I only know that it is probably going to be full of awe (awful just doesn't work for what I mean to say).
I hope to talk with ma and pa tonight on the phone around 10pm (hear me, folks?) and it will be lovely to hear their voices. I spoke with Andrew on the phone the other day and I had already forgotten how you can simultaneously feel much closer and farther away to someone when you talk with them on the phone. It is truly wonderful.
I must be off. Andree, Zeno and I are going to eat some lunch before I board the train at 14:22. Levanto, here I come!
Baci!
PS I expect that only one or two people reading my blog will understand the title of this entry. Am I right?
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2 comments:
the title made me smile. i got the relate immediately, before even reading the piece. you know how pathologically sentimental i am.
please check your email, or call, as soon as you can. mom and i are trying to nail down travel dates and locations so the 3 of us can join you.
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