Dancing and Via Crucis

 

It’s late, but I want to do a quick recap of the day. I still feel like crap and just took some nighttime cold medicine.

We started with hot-from-the-oven cornetti and cappuccini at Artigiana, noticing the Ferla plants (making note if they can be found in the US) and a pretty street scene on the way there.

After breakfast, we walked to Scandura. I wanted to ask Alberto about the Barolo Grappa I saw a couple of weeks ago. It will be Vincenzo’s birthday gift. Success; I bought one of the last bottles of it!

Now back towards home, stopping first at Delizie e Primizie, my new favorite ortofrutta/salumeria. I think they’re husband-wife owners, but I’ll have to ask to be sure. Either that or siblings. We came in, Mrs was retuning the radio on the high shelf. Mr walked in, went to the radio, retuned it back. Probably spouses. I picked up salami, tortorella, cima di rapa, tomatoes, and chard. We bought bread across the street. 

Sidewalks are either 12” wide, or large enough on which to park a car, leaving the pedestrian space…about 12” wide.

Rooftop garden

At home, I went straight to bed while Joe had lunch. I had to rest before Ettore came up. I’m really getting crabby about this remorphing illness!

Ettore arrived with Agnese, and we were all having a good time. He’s now enamored with the living room floor being a forest filled with frogs and hedgehogs, so I’m doing a lot of crouching.

We sat down to start on an activity, and Andrea popped in shortly afterwards. She was going to shampoo Ettore’s hair before daddy came home to get him for their guys’ haircut together. Agnese and I could hear Ettore’s getting-shampooed screams below us.

Joe left to get sausages, so Agnese and I hung out and painted watercolors. When Joe returned, those two played while I prepped a few things for dinner. I heard Joe asking what music she likes. Soon, there was a dance party (of one)—these photos were set to Lady Gaga.

Mariella came to get Agnese, explaining that Elena and Maria Teresa are both sick with the stomach flu and in bed. Oh please oh please oh please do not hit me, stomach flu! I want to get back to normal! She left me some cooked beans that are delicious, and we’ll have them tomorrow.

We had an early dinner (of cima di rapa and salsiccia) since everyone was gone, and via Crucis was happening tonight (rescheduled from Sunday’s rain out).

At 8:00, we went to the monastery, where The Last Supper was being staged, feet washing and all. My camera phone is crappy, so Joe took a picture with his, mimicking Eddie Izzard, “Hey, we can’t all do the Big Arms here.” He sent the photo to his daughter, Laura, who texted back, “Is that The Last Supper? Where are the Big Arms?” They really are the same person.

Joe made it through half the Stations, then went home around 9:00. I was determined to see it to the end, but I was collapsing—my cold/earache was my cross to bear. I got in around 10 pm; at 11:15, we heard what appeared to be the finale. I’m sorry I missed it, but would not have lasted another hour or so.

A bunch of photos ensue—note the crowds of people making this journey, on foot, through town, for several hours.

Full moon over the cries of “Barrabas!”

Jesus being flagellated and crowned with thorns

Will I go to hell for thinking actor-Jesus is a hottie? Nah; I’ll probably go for something else.

Behold the King of the Jews. It is up to the crowd—who do we let free? He, or Barnabus?

The sound of the cross on the cobblestones did not lead me to believe it’s made from foamcore.

Streets filled with people

Mary cries and embraces Jesus

Mary and Joseph watch as Jesus fell flat

Now, at almost midnight, I need to remind myself that this evening was “lite” Easter season activity. I will need lots of energy very soon. Send positive thoughts for my speedy recovery! Grazie!

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