Friends in Vancouver had told me that communication would not be a problem in Italy – we would always find people who spoke English. Obviously, none of these well meaning friends have been to Salerno. To be more precise, its train stazione. At 4 in the morning.
For someone totally illiterate in the arts as me, the sheer volume of magnificent work by Michelangelo, Botticelli, Ghiberti, Leonardo da Vinci, Caravaggio, etc. is overwhelming.
For the last several years Ariba has been accusing me of being deaf – or at least suffering from chronic selective hearing. I now I have a perfect excuse. Yesterday we were in the clock tower in Venice admiring a bird’s eye, 360 degree view of this picture postcard city, when without as much as by-your-leave, 2 of the 4 bells overhead began to oscillate.
Hello, Dear All. We are Margot Johnston and Rainey Hopewell, birth mothers of the Haultain Common. The Common is a neighbourhood-supported public food garden on public land, where all may harvest. Victoria's boulevards belong to everyone. They're part of the vast energy of life-supporting forces, held traditionally in public ownership, for the good of all life on Earth.
Professors Stefano and Vera Zamagni laid out a lavish feast for us on Tuesday. Their summer home is in a small village in the mountains overlooking Bologna. A short distance as the crow flies; the bus required an hour to negotiate the steep switchbacks.
I now have a tan on my brown, bald head. Never did occur to me that it could happen. But the sun was merciless today and generally sapped the energy. So today`s blog is going to be short. I think. I need to get some sleep.
We visited another consortium and 2 amazing co-ops today. My caption to today`s blog refers to the first.