Quick apology
Oct. 19th, 2008 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Sorry for the delay in replying to comments on that last post, the threatening head cold has thoroughly intruded with malices, and my Darkfest fic continues to be almost as much trouble as an Icelandic bank.
You are all SO interesting and smart that I wanted to reply with my brain on, rather than off, so I'll be getting back to you in the next few days. But it has really given me loads to think about.
One thing I did manage over the weekend was going to the Horse Parade. The public arts festival that has been going on for the last week saw a selection of horses from a local stable taken through the back streets of Erko. I walked the route in reverse on my way to take some shots, and at every shady point along the way (it's a hot spring already) there were little groups gathered, asking "Have they come yet? Have you seen the horses?"
When they did appear, people cheered. And they joined the parade, wanting to be near the horses, touch a hand to their flanks. The green, sweaty smell of them was a friendly odour and the cars that came to those streets stopped and cut their engines, with many drivers stepping out of their vehicles to watch and pat and smile.
There will be photos in the next few days.
A couple of nice interaction moments, the heat has seen me break out my parasol, which is lime green. I was walking up to Newtown with it the other day and a girl with a burnt orange parasol was walking down to Erko. As we passed, we instinctively, simultaneously, gave a small half-curtsey and bob of the parasols before continuing on our ways, giggling.
Yesterday, at the horse parade, a man said to his daughter: "Do you like the sun umbrella?" and she replied, knowledgeably: "That's not an umbrella, Daddy, it's a parasol."
But today's was the best. A little old man came wandering down from King St as I wandered up. He gave me a great grin (which I took as appreciation for the push-up bra and low-cut top on a generous bust). "Ciao, bella! " he declared. "Is it too hot for you?"
"Si! Molto calda!" I replied in my awful Italian, thrilled that he had instinctively spotted my desperate need for practice.
"Bene, bene, signorina," he replied laughing.
And since my Italian was exhausted, I replied "Oh that's just outrageous flattery, grazie! Piacere!" and continued up the road to my date with my lovely friend. At the gelateria. I am in the Italian zone!
You are all SO interesting and smart that I wanted to reply with my brain on, rather than off, so I'll be getting back to you in the next few days. But it has really given me loads to think about.
One thing I did manage over the weekend was going to the Horse Parade. The public arts festival that has been going on for the last week saw a selection of horses from a local stable taken through the back streets of Erko. I walked the route in reverse on my way to take some shots, and at every shady point along the way (it's a hot spring already) there were little groups gathered, asking "Have they come yet? Have you seen the horses?"
When they did appear, people cheered. And they joined the parade, wanting to be near the horses, touch a hand to their flanks. The green, sweaty smell of them was a friendly odour and the cars that came to those streets stopped and cut their engines, with many drivers stepping out of their vehicles to watch and pat and smile.
There will be photos in the next few days.
A couple of nice interaction moments, the heat has seen me break out my parasol, which is lime green. I was walking up to Newtown with it the other day and a girl with a burnt orange parasol was walking down to Erko. As we passed, we instinctively, simultaneously, gave a small half-curtsey and bob of the parasols before continuing on our ways, giggling.
Yesterday, at the horse parade, a man said to his daughter: "Do you like the sun umbrella?" and she replied, knowledgeably: "That's not an umbrella, Daddy, it's a parasol."
But today's was the best. A little old man came wandering down from King St as I wandered up. He gave me a great grin (which I took as appreciation for the push-up bra and low-cut top on a generous bust). "Ciao, bella! " he declared. "Is it too hot for you?"
"Si! Molto calda!" I replied in my awful Italian, thrilled that he had instinctively spotted my desperate need for practice.
"Bene, bene, signorina," he replied laughing.
And since my Italian was exhausted, I replied "Oh that's just outrageous flattery, grazie! Piacere!" and continued up the road to my date with my lovely friend. At the gelateria. I am in the Italian zone!
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Date: 2008-10-19 01:03 pm (UTC)And your Italian. Though what does your feller think of your practising flirting in another language?? :-)
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Date: 2008-10-19 01:07 pm (UTC)The fic is actually going well, it's just taking a long time to write, because I have to keep pausing to sneeze. The Italian is a little gruesome, but you've met me, I can rely on the comedy of my miming skills in most situations, and will loudly call for diplomatic support in the others ;-)
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Date: 2008-10-19 01:29 pm (UTC)SNL Palin it is then! Although, I have to say, even the skits scare me a little. ;)
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Date: 2008-10-19 01:33 pm (UTC)Yes, it is grossly unfair that you be ill when you have so much on. I send you wishes for wellness!
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Date: 2008-10-19 01:38 pm (UTC)And thanks, sweetie! I send you some right back; you've been ill far longer than I have!
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Date: 2008-10-20 12:51 pm (UTC)STOP DYING. Get better! So we can hunt down whoever has unleashed pestilence on all of us and subdue them.
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Date: 2008-10-19 05:38 pm (UTC)Auguri di pronta guarigione!
Pace,
Bubba
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Date: 2008-10-19 05:41 pm (UTC)SRY about ur headcold DAAAAAAHLIN. *hugs*
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Date: 2008-10-20 12:42 pm (UTC)Thanks for the hugs! Feeling better!
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Date: 2008-10-20 12:40 pm (UTC)I love pistachio, but I hate eating it because I enjoy looking at the colour so much.
And thank you, I am feeling considerably better!
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Date: 2008-10-20 07:55 am (UTC)Che carina! ♥
which I took as appreciation for the push-up bra and low-cut top on a generous bust)
Ma che scandaloso! XD
No wonder he was very concerned about you. ;)
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Date: 2008-10-20 03:20 pm (UTC)I remember when I was in Assisi in 2004 this older Italian gentleman said something along the lines of "Bonita, Beautiful" and I was totally flattered, cause here I am this just into my 30s American tourist in tourist clothing being flattered by some old Italian guy. It was too fun.
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