Cello in Camucia

Trip Start Jan 10, 2013
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Trip End Apr 04, 2013


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Monday, January 21, 2013

A thought for you to start this entry. Have you ever had a fridge stick it's tongue out at you every time you open it? I have. I can't remember if I mentioned that Livia bought tongue at the butcher's, but anyway she did, and it's sitting in the fridge and it's the first thing I see every time I open the fridge. Bleugh!
Anyway, moving on, today started out slowly, but there were a few exciting achievements and new activities worth mentioning. First of all, I cooked my first roast beef today. Admittedly, Livia later came in and told me that she had mistaken it for beef and actually it was pork or something, but, either way, I cooked my first roast beef-like meal today. Not that it made me an exciting lunch or anything. I had pasta...Funnily enough, beef/pork/unidentified meat is not vegetarian-friendly.
Secondly, Fiammetta went to her first cello lesson today in Camucia with one of her friends. It was pretty exciting stuff. I will admit, however, that I am quite glad that Fiammetta doesn't have her own cello because I'm really not sure how much of her practicing the same note over...and over... and OVER again I could take. Still it was nice to see her playing it. A strange sense of pride came over me, which leads me to believe that maybe I don't mind her! No, I joke, I know I like the kids most of the time, but if I say that it makes me sound like less of a martyr to this job. And I am. Obviously.
The other exciting thing, that maybe the rest of the world will think a bit of a non-event, was that I got to do my first bit of 'Italiano road crossing' today. Let me explain. Basically, 'Italiano road crossing' is when you cross the road without really considering the fact that there may be a car about a meter away from you that could potentially crush you to a pulp. I don't get to experience this essential bit of Italian culture usually, because there aren't really enough cars in the walled part of Cortona, but today I ventured out into the wild open space of Camucia, and there I found some lean, mean, human-destroying machines to stroll out casually in front of. AND, lived to tell the tale. Life can be good, can it not? 
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