enchanted
I saw Enchanted April for the first time yesterday.
I'm afraid that the scene wherein the ladies wake to see the castle in Italy for the first time made me very sad.
I had to make a decision: continue with the movie? change the channel and forget about Italy?
I chose to watch. It's a lovely little movie and I liked it very much. But those scenes on the terrace, overlooking the sea, well, they were difficult for me to watch without emotion.
Never mind. It just firms my resolve to return. (Note to K: can you figure out the air miles?) (Note to Europe: will you PLEASE do something about that Euro situation?)
Paola emailed last week that she was in Rome! Attending the ballet!
I'm telling you, she is just as glamorous as she sounds.

I haven't been to the ballet in a long time.

When I was very small, I had ballet lessons. As little girls do.

I remember very little of it. I do remember the outfit. Of course.

I always remember the outfits.
I don't think I had any interest in actual dancing.
I'm not graceful, or musical or lithe.
But I made sure I had a pink tutu, which surprises me now as I am not girl-y in the slightest.
I enjoy watching ballet for a certain length of time, and then, my mind tends to wander. I find myself focusing on a particular dancer, watching to find him or her after costume changes...

marveling at their musculature...

hiding a smirk during particularly dramatic moments, and trying to figure out which character I would be cast as.

No, I don't think I'd be the jester.
I'm pretty sure I'd be one of those women with the strange hats.
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Happy Easter n'at!
and my vw looks like foxy daffodills...
I've never been to Italy. Isn't that the saddest thing you've ever heard?
I would like to share a bit about the ballet.
Jester was the most applauded of all, more than the prima ballerina in piink tutu, which was divine, tip toeing for the longest time while I wondered about her poor feet. All the set decoration and costumes have been doen by my dear boss who also happens to be the owner of Torre.
Most shocking: I took ballet lessons as a child but boy will you laugh when you'll see the pics.
Note to K. Are you really working on those airmiles?
Note to Europe: What the heck are you thinking? This Euro thing must stop at once.
Thanks for reading this all the way through.
For some reason, I can picture you doing any and all of those. But not in a pink tutu.
I did not dance. Mom said playing piano was a much better life skill.
I am SUCH a child.
That Euro thing is killing me too. May have to shove back our trip until opening my wallet in Europe doesn't cause me a hemorrhage.
-J.
I'm bummed, because I want to go, too, and I don't think we're going to be able to afford it for a long time now. Even Canada seems expensive these days. But the upside is that our friends from overseas can much more easily afford to come over now. (Gotta keep looking on the bright side of things!)
Anyway, I had a roommate in college who was a dance major. She would come home from ballet practice with bloody feet. Ouch.
It has been a long time since I've been to Italy --- like back when there was no Euro. I used to go to San Benedetto del Tronto, which is where my family is from :)
Sniff.
And I know it's puerile, but I still snigger at male ballet dancers in tights.
I like to imagine you and K in the pose of the first shot. Randomly taken up in the kitchen. In between courses.