Saturday, September 8, 2012

Met my neighbor

I went for morning jog. It was one of those tough runs, where my calves scream "stop moving!".
I stopped and walked for a few minutes, then ran back into town.

After my morning shower, I heard someone knock on the door.  "Un momento" I said loudly as I was not dressed yet.  I answered the door dressed, but with a wild wet hairdo.

It was an older man, 70 maybe.  After realizing I didn't speak Italian, I figured out from his hand gestures, that he wanted to do something with his TV antenna on the upper part of this building, this house?  He said it be tomorrow not today. I am thankful I could understand this much.

He seemed happy. Then he asked me if I was solo, I said yes.

He then introduced himself, Augusto (I think) and I told him my name. He then put his hand out and I went to shake hands. He kissed my hand and then gave me a few of the almonds he had in his other hand.  A very sweet way to start the day.

There was a little market in the piazza this morning. I bought some veggies and peaches.  I enjoyed my cappuccino at Bar Mary's.  There were 2 separate tables of UK residents. I love their accent, I wonder if all Americans do.  I was able to overhear one table, same kind of conversations you here at home, complaints about work and a big of gossip about people.

My favorite alimentari store was closed (Angelo's) so I went around the corner for salami and water.
I also saw that there was a sale on napkins at the fabric store on the corner. 5 euro each and they were beautiful. I also met the man owner. He wasn't there the first time I went in there.

He spoke some English and was very kind. He knows Anna, the woman whose house I am staying in.
I enjoyed talking to him.

There are 3 people outside my window, preparing for the big 4 day festival that starts 13 Sept.  It looks as though they may be blocking 2 windows.  I'll wait and see. I would like the shutters open as I love light in here.  The woman in the threesome is very nice. She seemed worried again that I would have a problem with what they are doing. I said 'no problemo' and came in to eat lunch.

Later today I am going to a small museum over the RR tracks.

It is pretty busy in town today, lots of visitors I think.

I didn't have internet this morning. I wrote in my journal, "Don't freak out, if there is still a problem later you can go to that store down the road and ask for help".

The running inner commentaries that I am noticing are funny.  I didn't realize how hard I am on myself.
Talk about ego, do I really believe that everyone is watching and judging and commenting also?

I was taken by the fact that people here have time to relax, to talk, to sit.  Is the work ethic in America in part to keep us from not having time to be 'natural' (sin, etc).  I know there is this idea in the northeast that idle time is for the devil.

What are we so afraid of? If we are not productive or at least looking busy/hurried, does that make us unworthy, lazy, good for nothings?

I remember a male friend of mine, who was not brought up in a strong religion,   tell me that if he doesn't keep himself busy on his days off (like hiking) he gets this uneasy feeling.  Of course it is fine to drink and play music on some nights, but other than that, there is this PUSH to do.

I am tired, not sure why.  I woke up less than 6 hours ago.

Maybe I'll try to rest...or go for another walk.

Ciao, p

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