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From My Window
From my window I see the canvas on the easel
ready for the artist to spread her vibrant hues throughout
the day, bringing life to the gray-dawned morning
and color to the lightly sketched scene that sprawls before me.
Throughout the morning she works on the greens and yellows
of the trees across the river, bursting with young spring
life and the promise of a full summer of cool shade
and comforting shelter from sudden soaking showers.
Next, she takes her brush to the foreground to highlight
the new delicate leaves of the closer trees that hint
of the color they will wear when the air turns cool
in autumn, as a newborn’s dependency foretells old age.
Finally, as the day wears on and the tide floods the flats,
the artist applies her blues to the sky and the river,
covering the brown mud and shrinking the island,
like a child who hasn’t learned to color within the lines.
Friday, May 25th 6:00-9:00 Grand Opening of Aquatro Gallery, 77 Rocky Neck G6
Saturday, May 26th 5:30-8:00 Opening Reception for “The Best of Rocky Neck” exhibit at the Rocky Neck Gallery, 53 Rocky Neck Ave.
Saturday, May 26th 7:00-9:00 Opening Reception for “Spirit of the West” exhibit at Khan Studio and the Good Morning Gloucester Gallery, 77 Rocky Neck G3
Saturday, May 26th 9:00 SAFETY at Madfish Grille – Get out your dancin’ shoes!
Sunday, May 27th 9:00am Season Kickoff Mug Up at Khan Studio and the GMG Gallery
Maybe you should just pack a bag and plan to stay the weekend at Rocky Neck Accommodations, so you don’t miss anything. http://www.rockyneckaccommodations.com/
Before heading out to dinner last night, my husband Tom and I stopped in briefly at the Monsterrat College of Art annual fundraiser, Artrageous! 26. Tom had donated several paintings, as are all the works of art donated, and we had a great time looking at the paintings, prints, photos, mixed media, and sculpture. My favorite piece in the show was a self portrait by a young artist from Wenham, Camilla Jerome.
Got up at 7:30AM. The body is just getting used to waking up later than my normal 3:45AM just in time for the work season to kick into full gear when I get back.
The Mrs is still sleeping so I headed to the Pastacceria where I went last night to take photos but forgot the camera battery. Took some nice photos at the old school joint and a short video, had an espresso and headed back to our room at Maison Giulia. Packed up and hit the streets to head for Positano via Naples.
The plan is to use the tour bus passes that we bought yesterday and were good for 24 hours to get to Termini Station. From Termini Station we would take the train to Naples where we’d pick up a car for the rest of the trip. Come to find out the tour buses won’t allow full sized luggage so we hopped on a city bus which only cost one Euro and was a hop skip and a jump from the tour bus stop.
We get to Termini Station with 10 minutes to spare to grab the two hour train to Naples. There was three options for trains- one, two or three hour trains. We opted for the middle one which provided what we considered the best intersection of price/time spent on the train.
Once on the train there was this old Scottish dude and his heavily makeup’d wife in our seats.The Mrs was ready to throw down with the cagey old dude but instead of socking him she just heaped our bags right up against him until his wife decided that she would go find other seats. When 70 year old Scottish Snookie found seats in the next car over they decided to move. I helped the guy move his stuff because he had huge bags and can sympathize with anyone who gets in the way of The Mrs’ wrath.
So our car consisted of us and 4 other youngsters who were either late 20s/early 30s. They didn’t speak a lick of English but were really friendly. So far I’d say 80% of the people I’ve spoken with can manage some English.
So as I type this it is 1:08 PM and I’m not gonna lie-I’m a little scrt of driving from Naples to Positano. I haven’t driven a stick in ages and for whatever reason the idea of marked driving lanes is not the norm here in Italy. As I said in yesterday’s entry, it’s a free-for-all driving and being polite on the road is the exception not the rule. I drive like an old lady. It was something that my dad taught me a long time ago- “the difference between driving like an asshole at 85mph to get to the mall and driving a more reasonable 65mph is only a couple of minutes of your time”. You risk getting a ticket which ends up costing you thousands and you risk getting killed. So that was the driving style that I adopted. Slow and steady, not tailgating and without stress of trying to get past everyone all the time.
Something tells me though that my driving style is not gonna jive with the Formula One racing style I’ve seen exhibited on the streets of Rome.
So as our train ride nears it’s end, if this is my last entry when someone finds my iPad, know that I love you guys and it’s been great knowing you. If there’s a ceremony back home in the States for me I don’t want any of you crying. Hopefully there will be plenty of laughs, the way I’d want my memorial service. A bench on Main Street would be nice too.
Wish me luck though, hopefully I’ll navigate the Amalfi Coast just fine.
Observations from Naples.
I don’t suppose it would be fair to judge Naples based on the train ride in from Rome and the bus ride from the Naples Central Train Station to the Naples Airport just like it wouldn’t be fair to judge Boston based on the ride from Logan through Saugus. You would assume both are complete shitholes.
I will tell you this though. As soon as you pull away from Rome you see lots of green and beauty. As you near Naples you see row after row of run down tenement buildings. From my view that I did get to see it would seem that everything that Rome gets right, Naples gets wrong. The ride which was about 20 minutes from Central Naples Train Station to Naples Airport to pick up our car looked like what I picture war torn Iraq to look like. I’m not exaggerating in the least. As clean as Rome is, Naples is THAT filthy with trash EVERYWHERE! Broken signs, broken run down buildings, gypsies EVERYWHERE. We could not get our car and get out of there fast enough.
So we get the car an even though I haven’t driven a stick in ages I picked it right up. The highways outside of Rome apparently are marked off for lanes which is nice. Im not sure what the municipal thought process is in Rome as to consciously leaving out the marked driving lanes but my guess is that it goes something like this:
Roman traffic department head-
“Guys, I know and you know that our road system on a map looks like a bowl of pasta. We could spend a whole lot of time and energy trying to figure out how to mark these lanes for driving or we could just say screw it and get a pastry and coffee.
All those in favor of marking the lanes? *crickets*.
All those in favor of pastry and coffee? Here! Here!
It looks like pastry and coffee it is. Let’s table this discussion for the next century”
The drive along the Amalfi coast was exhilarating. I enjoyed shifting through the hairpin turns of the Amalfi Coast and the further we got from Naples, the more beautiful and scenic it became. The only thing that freaked me out was the rice rocket cyclists who would zip in between you and oncoming traffic with inches separating them from my side mirror. Once again The Mrs who doesn’t do well when she isn’t fully in control was screaming at them as if she would change their driving habits. Uhmmm, yeah, no.
The great news is that we made it alive and unscathed and Positano is truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. Right up there with Hanalee Bay. Rome is hands down the most beautiful urban city I’ve ever been. The place is just layer upon layer of texture.
Dinner on the beach in Positano was mussels far diavolo for me and steak for The Mrs. Finished off with cappuccino and a cannoli. Positano is obviously a playground for the wealthy. The boats are sleek. The people are chic, the restaurants abundant. Looking forward to relaxing a bit tomorrow.
Yesterday, we had perfect weather for the opening ceremony for the Cape Ann Museum Park and Sculpture Garden – here are some photos!
-Fr. Matthew Green
Dear Friends and Family,
On Tuesday, May 15, at 7:30 in the evening, Francie and I will present a concert/demonstration entitled "A Thousand Sunday Mornings: the making of a harpsichord" at the Shalin Liu Performance Center in Rockport, Massachusetts. This free community outreach event will be a celebration of a the completion of a decades-long project and the presentation of our new harpsichord to all of you, in one of the most beautiful and acoustically friendly venues anywhere.
Attached to this email you will find a concert flyer, a few photos of the harpsichord and some background information. To help us get the word out, please print and post the flyer, and feel free to pass on this invitation to anyone you think might like to come.
We look forward to seeing you there.
Greg and Francie
Don’t freak out if he doesn’t answer your communications for the next two weeks.
Please hold off on submitting community stuff announcements til then.
The blog will be updated every hour on the hour fro 6AM-8PM just like always even in my absence due to our crackerjack team of GMG contributors and pre-scheduling on my part to bring you your Gloucester and Cape Ann Fix!
This will be pasted to the top of the blog and new posts will appear directly underneath this one for the folks who apparently may be missing the numerous announcements of my absence.
New posts will appear directly underneath this one.
Have a great couple of weeks friends 🙂
Walked to Vatican City as it seems everything is walking distance from our hotel. We got there looked around, saw the 2.5 hour lines to get in and decided to pass. When I was in high school I went to Spain on a high school tour and we went from massive church to massive church. Yes they’re beautiful but I’m not waiting 2.5 hours to get in anywhere.
We hopped on the open air double decker bus for 18 euro each and took a tour around the city. Now on day two I’m starting to figure out the driving. It’s a free for all. There are no marked lanes and everyone just fends for themselves. There are also a TON of scooters and motorcycles. You have grandmas rolling around on massive scooters, you have businesswomen in skirts running around on scooters. There may be as many motorbike/scooters as there are cars.
I haven’t found a way to get a large coffee to go. It seems what they consider a large cup of coffee is about 3 ounces. I’ve asked for cafe americano, I’ve asked for a large coffee. No dice. The best you’ll get is a small coffee cup filled about two thirds with coffee. Rome is a lot like NYC with the throngs of well dressed people but the one accessory they don’t tote around here is their venti mochachino lattes in the Starbucks paper cup. As a matter of fact I don’t think I’ve seen a single person walking around with a coffee to go. It would be interesting to read a current study on who drinks more coffee per capita- Americans or Italians. Everyone I know drinks at least one cup of coffee a day and it’s usually a big ass 16 ouncer. I myself probably average 32 ounces a day. That would be equal to ten of these tiny cups they serve over here. And before anyone tries to correct me, I know the difference between a shot of espresso and a cup of cafe americano.
Lunch was at Sofia, Asparagus Risotto- sublime. Then to to Spanish Steps where I decided to drink from the fountain. We then rolled on down to the Trevi Fountains and tossed a few Euro over our shoulders (a tradition which supposedly insures that you’ll make your way back to Rome)
This afternoon was spent at Campo De Fiore at an outdoor cafe drinking wine, amaretto, persecco and eating breads and cheeses.
The open bus tour was a great take as the guided tour filled you in on all the stunning sights. Tomorrow we take the train from Rome to Naples where we pick up the rental car and head to the Amalfi Coast.