Today is the 12th stage of the Giro d’Italia. The course runs from Parma to Genoa., and passed through our town a few minutes ago.
Emilia Romagna love cycling. We bike everywhere. In the town center, in the mountains, in the hills, at the beach, on the plains. Bikes are found everywhere. It doesn’t matter how old or young we are, we are on bikes!
Six years ago I started this blog. At that time, I didn’t know much Italian. Certainly I couldn’t write well in Italian. You might assert that I still don’t know enough to write in Italian today 🙂 – but I’ve improved a lot in these six years, and I need to try harder! So, today I made some modifications to this site so that I can write in both English and Italian.
I’ve been a Janis Ian fan since I was a teenager. When she recently put out a request for musicians, professional and amateur, to record her song Better Times Will Come, I thought it was a GREAT idea. I had no idea what it would turn into though. My goal was to make it relevant for Italy, so I asked Janis if I could translate the song into Italian. She graciously agreed.
I frequently say that we are “home bodies”. Joe and I can spend days at home, with just the two of us for human contact, and not be “bored”. But that is not really telling the entire story. In the US, we each had a car, and we could (and would) come and go as we pleased. I’d head out to shop for my Amazon business, shop for groceries, drive 20 miles to have lunch with friends, and Joe would do the same. In Italy we are more of a single unit. We rent a car when we want to do something that requires one. Yes, we go out independently. Hair salons, massages, yoga, a run to the store, or for me, an “aperitivo with the girls”, etc. But by and large, we are a single unit. We enjoy each other’s company. We have lived alone, without a car, in a town where everything is within walking distance. Together for four years. If any one has been training for a quarantine, it’s us! Thus, our loses might seem trivial to some people. And yet, we feel them deeply.
Day 40. So we’re officially MORE than a quarantine! Quarantena was a practice in Venice during the Black Death to hold ships in isolation before allowing passengers and crew to enter the city. Joe says he doesn’t even feel like we’re at anchor yet!