Back at the beach, the wind is still high, and the waves are
crashing relentlessly onto the beach. The sun is shining very strongly,
and I feel as though I’ve been sand-blasted and then double-baked! High waves can be
great fun, and we spent an hour body surfing, and allowing ourselves to be
buffeted about like kittens in a washing machine. The beach is almost empty. For many Italians the
summer ended yesterday. The middle classes have all gone back to Rome to start
work again. It is, after all, only three months now until Christmas.
Those Italians who are still “summering”, like our new
friends who we’re going to dinner with tonight, wouldn’t be seen dead swimming
in choppy water, or sunning themselves on a windy beach like this. Consequently,
the only people mad enough to be running into the waves were the English. I
caught some of the staff here staring at us in disbelief; “it may be rough” I
said, “but this sea is still calmer than any I’ve seen in England.” And with
that, I poured milk into my tea, causing even more hilarity.
We’ve just played the Pie Jesu from the Requiem to Roberto
and Rafaella, who run the beach cafe where we’ve been spending all our time. I wrote
the movement on a little lime green keyboard on this very beach almost exactly
a year ago, so it felt appropriate for them to hear it. They seemed to love it.
There were cries of “Mama Mia” (genuinely... I didn’t think people actually said
that over here) before I was proclaimed a genius. More friends were immediately
called over to hear it again. None of
them, of course, understood the English lyrics, and weren’t aware that
everything that was being sung had come from inscriptions written on
gravestones, so their response was to the music itself. I may be too shy and
embarrassed to even attempt to speak Italian, but with music I have a universal
language... and I guess that’s a very special thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.