|The opera Aida, at the Verona Amphitheatre.|
Besides waking up to the sound of church bells every morning, which I loved, Venice was one of my first musical experiences in Italy. Along the canal an Italian woman rocked to American songs with a voice like Janis Joplin, despite the fact that she couldn’t speak any English she sounded great.
We dinned on the stone, a dinner that was a total of 12 euro for two, including bread, cheese, meat and rose wine. We dared the rising tide to touch our feet as the moon looked on in approval, we drank to Venice.
|Vicenza Bible Fest.|
Vicenza, the small and yet charming Italian town, was one of those moments where it really didn’t matter how you danced, it was just groovy that you moved! It was the Bible Festival and, despite my feelings towards organized religion, I joined in. There were many genres being showcased that night, but after a few campari spritzers, I only really remember reggae. It was such a surreal moment, not only because of the campari, but because we were dancing in a piazza surrounded by architecture designed by Andrea Palladio underneath the Italian moonlight. The beat being pounded against the cobblestone, and up into my legs, felt like the pulse of Italy. Does it get any better than that?
|Vicenza Pizza where I dinned & danced|
Verona held another moment shared by many. Spur of the moment, we attended the opening opera show held at the Verona Amphitheatre/Colosseum which was built in 30 AD. It was my first time witnessing any opera in person and in the end I felt like Pretty Woman applauding filled with inspiration. The event was televised on Italian T.V. with people who, I am sure, are considered famous. There was a woman from Britain who was wonderful and she too was considered famous due to her appearance on the X Factor, I think. If you recognize her let me know who she is because her performances were gorgeous. Later in the year I heard the song I had been dying to hear again, unexpectedly, while sitting at dinner listening to Zappacosta at our local Minstrel’s restaurant. We also heard another song which I really suggest you listen to! Un amore cosi grande, unfortunately it wasn’t Andrea Bocelli singing.
|The Verona Amphitheatre filling up|
|The most lovely song… if only I knew the name. Thanks Zappacosta!|
The most intimate of my musical experiences was on a slow train back to Verona from Padua in the heat of hell. I had to make my way to the back of the train to find an available seat. I gestured to a seat taken by a skinny red packsack. The robust black woman sighed a deep breath and removed her bag. I sunk into the warm seat in exhaustion. She put her head phones into her ears and sang along. It was like a lullaby for my tired sweating body. I sighed deep and stared out the window watching the green and gold blurs go by to a calming throaty humming sound track, on random.
|The death of Carmen|
Reading Suggestions for Venice:
Reading Suggestions for Verona:
An Italian Education: The Further Adventures of an Expatriate in Verona by Tim Parks
The Master of Verona by David Blixt
|Madama Butterfly Opera in Verona|