Mamma mia, what a week. It’s been non-stop since the Italian holiday season officially ended last Sunday with the Befana.
There was a lot of running around picking out fabrics, butchering the Italian language when I met with the drapes/sofa maker, writing budgets, and following up on a million things that were put on hold before the holidays.
My siblings and in-laws asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I have a bunch of design books on my wish list. The first batch of the books arrived last week (thanks fam!). I cannot wait to dig in.
This is my kind of homework.
Now I just have to find the time to sit back with a ice-filled glass of Coke, some San Carlo Rustica chips and start reading.
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!