After a very long summer, Il Riento is upon us. My friend Erica wrote eloquently about the return of vacationing Italians HERE.
I hope everyone had a great summer. Mine was weird. Seriously. Next year there WILL be some changes.
For example, next time I go Anguilla I will not work the entire time.
Meads Bay, Anguilla, BWI
I will not spend hot ass August in Rome. Instead I hope to rent a place near Marina di Pietrasanta.
Room with a view, Marina di Pietrasanta
I went to the Tuscan coast last weekend for my birthday. It was my first time there (pics later). It was lovely. I wish I could have stayed longer.
Not sure if this song was a hit in America, but it was huge in Europe. It will always remind of this summer.
Buon weekend a tutti!!
This Caribbean expression is very similar to the Italian word, domani. Technically, domani means tomorrow, but in Italy it could mean months or years from now. The concept of time is very different.
Soon come is the same thing.
“When is your tio (uncle) visiting from the States?”
When I was a child, I assumed this meant that the gentleman would be on the next flight. No, he may arrive tomorrow, or December 2013.
Work in progress – A beach house in Anguilla, BWI. Great views.
Work in progress – A beach house in Anguilla, BWI. View from the house on a sunny day.
Work in progress – A beach house in Anguilla, BWI.
Work in progress – A beach house in Anguilla, BWI. Earlier in the build.
Yesterday, I met with my clients and their builder. The house is moving along.
“When will the exterior be finished?”
It’s not easy to build on a tiny island thanks to the elements (hurricane season is no joke), sourcing of materials, and high labor costs.
Depending on a variety of factors out of my client’s hands, the house could be done in eight months or ???.
We’ll see. Soon come.
The weather is glorious today in Rome. It’s sunny, not too hot, and there’s a nice breeze. It’s very Caribbean-ish.
Thus, I felt the need to buy some mangoes and to play some salsa.
I listened to a lot of salsa when I was younger. My dad loved it. One of my former babysitters (when we lived in NYC) was from Puerto Rico and would play salsa all the time.
In the mid ’70s my family moved to the ‘burbs where nobody was listening to salsa. Everyone was into Led Zeppelin.
Led made it into my rotation, but I never stopped loving salsa. I don’t speak a word of Spanish.
One of my American friends asked me how I could listen to “foreign” music. I don’t even know what that freaking means.
I heard this track for the first time on, Mega 97.9, a Spanish language radio station in NYC and immediately tracked down the CD (that cover is quite bright).
“El Amor Nunca Pregunta” is one of my favorite songs. I cannot not dance when I hear it. I do sing along and it’s tragic… good thing I live alone.
Buon weekend a tutti!