"Safe, sound, etc."
"Safe, sound, pretty happy, with friends, fairly well fed, with a cell, a borrowed bike, a bed in the country, and a lot of good work to do"
That's how I summed myself up yesterday in gchat to a friend. Yesterday had things like private yoga (I'm teaching Stefano to teach in english), pickin' strawberries (did I mention this place is biodynamic?), sharing meals with the italians who live here, dinner at an israeli friend's house, and a lecture with the Grandpa of biodynamics Podolinsky. Today was playing a bit of music, translating for Alessandro (butoh-clown teacher I'll work with this month), sleeping, and emailing and texting at home and abroad. Monday was getting house, phone, and bike (temp/borrow) set up, with lots of hanging with folks here, email/phone/text/blog-posting.
I've been in and out of this farm-in-a-state-park on bike and its so beautiful, though kind of funny with all the recreational jogger/walker/bikers wandering past, and the very convenient bike path along the canal makes for a stunning city-to-country transition in about 30min. I can get into the city proper in 35, and yesterday the main piazza was closed off because some guy in shorts (just shorts) had climbed up the fountain-statue of Neptune and wrapped his limbs around Neptune's head from behind, so he kind of looked like an infant on daddy's shoulders. I stopped for a moment and biked away as the coppers were lifting a rescue crane, I assume so they could talk with him face to face. I'm guessing he didn't want to come down. All the bikes here are way too short and I hope I can get my old Titan back from Lucia soon, tho she's kinda awol on me at the moment.
Tomorrow is a Piedmontese friend's birthday, so i'll surprise her with a local phone call, and then the first pizzica night for me! Alessandro will be back and starting an intense week-long lab the next night, so i'll see him soon. Both of these things are about as far away as can be, outside the NE city "porta" and i'm wondering if i'll be looking for places to crash in those areas on some nights. An old drummer friend should come up next week from Puglia so that will be a private lesson i've been waiting years for.
I'm feeling quite good about being here in general, comfortable with being a bit ambulatory, fairly enjoying simple, communal-ish living, and wondering how long I really do wanna do this for. But still, its so early, still much to discover. Though it should be no surprise, I feel comfortable here. Of course I do. its vacation, essentially. Could life really just be like this, vacation? I think the biggest change is feeling not an iota of that frantic pressure of "life" that I have to be living, and "all this work" I have to do just to survive. Cook, eat, see people, connect with performance stuff, plan to do some theater and music, couldn't I just keep going like this?
There's a woman here with her 4-yr old Dario who I play and talk with and teach a lot. I also have been singing to everyone, while I wash dishes, lulling babies to sleep, playing trumpet for Dario. Cristina, his single mom, a sculptor who also does Waldorf/Steiner stuff, practically wishes she could hire me as his nanny. Not that I think that particular version of that job would work out in this case, but I'm just watching the stream of opportunities and potentialities run past, a babbling brook, looking out for the fat silverfish for my net.
Very busy weekend coming, so no post til monday or tuesday i bet. And then Alessandro wants to take me to Milan for another workshop after this one, which would mean almost 3-wks straight. This trip is already feeling shorter and shorter. 'nite.
That's how I summed myself up yesterday in gchat to a friend. Yesterday had things like private yoga (I'm teaching Stefano to teach in english), pickin' strawberries (did I mention this place is biodynamic?), sharing meals with the italians who live here, dinner at an israeli friend's house, and a lecture with the Grandpa of biodynamics Podolinsky. Today was playing a bit of music, translating for Alessandro (butoh-clown teacher I'll work with this month), sleeping, and emailing and texting at home and abroad. Monday was getting house, phone, and bike (temp/borrow) set up, with lots of hanging with folks here, email/phone/text/blog-posting.
I've been in and out of this farm-in-a-state-park on bike and its so beautiful, though kind of funny with all the recreational jogger/walker/bikers wandering past, and the very convenient bike path along the canal makes for a stunning city-to-country transition in about 30min. I can get into the city proper in 35, and yesterday the main piazza was closed off because some guy in shorts (just shorts) had climbed up the fountain-statue of Neptune and wrapped his limbs around Neptune's head from behind, so he kind of looked like an infant on daddy's shoulders. I stopped for a moment and biked away as the coppers were lifting a rescue crane, I assume so they could talk with him face to face. I'm guessing he didn't want to come down. All the bikes here are way too short and I hope I can get my old Titan back from Lucia soon, tho she's kinda awol on me at the moment.
Tomorrow is a Piedmontese friend's birthday, so i'll surprise her with a local phone call, and then the first pizzica night for me! Alessandro will be back and starting an intense week-long lab the next night, so i'll see him soon. Both of these things are about as far away as can be, outside the NE city "porta" and i'm wondering if i'll be looking for places to crash in those areas on some nights. An old drummer friend should come up next week from Puglia so that will be a private lesson i've been waiting years for.
I'm feeling quite good about being here in general, comfortable with being a bit ambulatory, fairly enjoying simple, communal-ish living, and wondering how long I really do wanna do this for. But still, its so early, still much to discover. Though it should be no surprise, I feel comfortable here. Of course I do. its vacation, essentially. Could life really just be like this, vacation? I think the biggest change is feeling not an iota of that frantic pressure of "life" that I have to be living, and "all this work" I have to do just to survive. Cook, eat, see people, connect with performance stuff, plan to do some theater and music, couldn't I just keep going like this?
There's a woman here with her 4-yr old Dario who I play and talk with and teach a lot. I also have been singing to everyone, while I wash dishes, lulling babies to sleep, playing trumpet for Dario. Cristina, his single mom, a sculptor who also does Waldorf/Steiner stuff, practically wishes she could hire me as his nanny. Not that I think that particular version of that job would work out in this case, but I'm just watching the stream of opportunities and potentialities run past, a babbling brook, looking out for the fat silverfish for my net.
Very busy weekend coming, so no post til monday or tuesday i bet. And then Alessandro wants to take me to Milan for another workshop after this one, which would mean almost 3-wks straight. This trip is already feeling shorter and shorter. 'nite.