Campo Santo Stefano
warm in the sun
for lunch
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| ...I love the reflection of the buildings surrounding the square floating in the wine... |
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| Ponte Panero |
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| an outdoor brick oven |
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| one of my favorite anti-pastas so far a radicchio quiche... |
Friday morning woke to snow...
the perfect day to walk to the 12th Century S. Lucia Chiesa to do some photographs
but the weather like the light flits and fleets so swiftly here
and just in the short time it took to get up and out and then to walk...
the snow had melted into wet
and the doors were locked
so I walked around in the cold
and peered in through the iron barred windows
capturing 100 year old textures
and wondering if anything ever happened here anymore
there were still pews and an altar with candles in the dark space
but no ones seems to know if there is ever a mass
maybe now they just use the church for small local weddings
I sent a text which never went...
as I stood standing
feet cold and wet
to my women who would be gathering at our very own little local church soon
as they slept still in their beds nowhere near to even getting up yet...
my hon passed me in the car
he had just finished class and had begun driving around looking for me
to go to lunch
we went to the local winery's lunch counter... Dal Bello
perturbing the waiter...owner?! when we didn't order vino with our bruschetta
she didn't seem to understand why going back to the college to teach
should interfere with having wine with lunch...
south of Asolo al Ristorante Alla Colombera Di Roma Michele & C.S.A.S
at another long table with courses upon courses and dolci and wine and grappa and prosecco
....which this region is apparently the world capital of...
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| one of the many reasons I love living in Italy |
 primo piatto...seafood risotto  |
| secondo piatto tagliata sliced beef tenderloin served barely cooked on a extremely hot plate and when it is done to your preference you stack it on the grilled polenta to cease it from cooking |
Michela and Bruce
Grant
Grant's mom, Kerry and sister, Anna
Charlene and Tim
we lingered long after everyone had departedlistening to the acoustic guitarist, Favio... and vocalist
doing American songs in Italian
and even a couple American songs...in English!?!?
michael jackson, eric clapton, police...sting...king of pain
"there's a little black spot on the sun today
its the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
with the world turning circles running round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
but it's my destiny to be the king of pain"
and I remember the wet cold snow of the morning of the day
and I remember what I should forget
and I forget what I was trying to remember
and I remember it's been three weeks away
and I remember that January used to be the saddest longest month
and I realize this month is almost done...
and soon I will stand at the end of March and know that our time here
is almost done
but many days still will come and go before then
many days of eating out and eating at home
...at home in Italy.. where we live
even...breakfast at home and a lunch of pasta in broth with fresh artichoke hearts....
have become picture worthy...
and when Saturday night came
and we were more than ready to just spend the evening in...
it too became something unique and special...
my hon went to the market and the butcher and the pasticceria (bakery)
and cooked osso bucco and veal picatta and zucchini and tomatoes
and we did our first international entertaining...
inviting our apartment building neighbors...who joined us with their ravioli
and my new Italian language study partner...who brought glasses...
(because we only have enough glasses for 2)
and...of course...he brought a little wine...
the procurement of wine is a story in itself...
and will be a post soon to follow....
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