I have new sandals. It's been 30 celsius most days since moving here, and it's fine but I was walking a lot and had a massive blister, or two, on the soles of my feet. I finally accepted that I needed good walking sandals and last night I found them. I can go back to my hill-walking now.
I move into the city on Tuesday. I've been out in the 'burbs, in Quarto, cat-sitting but it's been a really nice way to arrive. And I've come to love Bus 17, my bus into the city, as I keep meeting marvelous people on the journey in.
There was the lovely woman who moved here, back when she was 9 years old ... she came from NYC in 1947, and never left. And the woman, with her dog. She has invited me to her Italian/English classes during the week.
Learning Italian, finally, has become my next big thing. Until then, I have the sweetest friends who speak English, or who are English-speaking. Paula and Paolo, and sweet baby Marc have become people I adore spending time with.
Silvia, my Genovese translator friend, makes me laugh like no other. Her humour is dry, and quite dangerous sometimes:-) Beautiful Alessandra, her partner Davide, Isabella, and Paola, picked me up and took me to the free Jack Savoretti concert in Portofino last week. That was surreal ... I've loved his music since first hearing his song, 'Home'. The concert was superb, he gifted us so many songs. And then walking back to the car, along the Ligurian coast after midnight, was quite the magical thing. It reminded me so much of when I lived at Broad Bay in Dunedin.
Outi, my Finnish friend living at Nervi, has become a writing partner and we spend a day together, as often as is possible, writing. And Millica, the lovely Californian, I'm just getting to know. She loaded me up with books before heading away on her summer holiday. Invited me out for a delicious lunch, patiently guided me when I got lost on the way there, and simply delights me with her take on the world.
Douce, that cafe in Piazza Matteotti, saves me some days ... it's that place where I go sit in the sun and watch the world pass by, drinking just one glass of cold white Ligurian wine. I'm quite happy alone but sometimes I miss having the swirl of a family around me, or that special bloke to share my days with. Then again, I've always wandered alone so nothing is really new there - as it's simpler to go to that place where I lose my self and find photographs if I'm alone.
And so I've had some magical days out in the city, finding light like this ...