Curled up on my borrowed bed in this magnificent Genovese apartment, top floor, listening to my small music playlist of absolute favourite songs ... the ones that I always play. I should post that list one day, so you can throw your hands up in horror perhaps, but these are the ones that I listen to, over and over, making sharing an office space with me all but impossible.
Or so I've been told.
I have lived more quietly today. The result of one of my allergy/anxiety attacks last night - 4am before I slept. It seems that I am one of those creatures who 'feel the fear and do it anyway'. It's always been like that. The desire to go versus my chicken-hearted fears.
Most amusing, probably, was flying to Istanbul when flying wasn't my favourite thing. Moving to Istanbul alone wasn't the best thing for a chicken-hearted soul to do either, actually. But there are many things I have done that left me wondering what I was thinking?!
Cairo was both so beautiful and so terrifying for this girl from small-town New Zealand.
Anyway ... it seems, despite being as much in denial as is possible, I have some allergy/food intolerance issues. Some things affect my mouth, others my throat, a few my stomach and etc. I'm thinking, after last night, that I might finally get tested because the allergies are definitely increasing and I have say, they're just not fun at 1, 2 and 3am, in a country not your own when you're alone.
And today ... I'm laughing as I write this blog post, it didn't go well at the pharmacies. They didn't really have English, and I'm famous for not being good at other languages. Ohdeargod ... so, I have some antihistamine drops (I think), and I'm meant to take 20 drops once a day, (I think) and some asprin too (which I'm pretty sure I don't like). Not really what I was looking for but they're in the building.
I'm someone who thinks if the medicine is in the building it's enough. It makes Gert crazy.
But this isn't what I meant to write of ... really. I had a nice invitation today, to supply photographs of Genova to a Ligurian magazine here. I love Liguria, there's no hiding that, and so I said sure.
The bonus was getting a copy of their latest and it contained an interview (and an A4 photograph) of my first football hero. Well, technically he's my second but as Milito left, I don't talk of him anymore.
Oh the fickle world of Series A football. I don't recall New Zealand rugby players doing these things, these transfers, however ... he has promised he will stay with my team next year.
How many readers will I lose for revealing the truth about who I follow in football ...
Last night, after eating pizza at my favourite pizzeria, I was wandering along Via XX Settembre and found the image that follows this post. I had to move quickly because there were others around and I'm not sure they all saw what I saw.
But this visit to Genova, I have to say, there has been just so much ... so many good people, so much divine food, and superb wine. Great music. Brilliant conversations.
Genova has been like that ... and so much more.
