The Valtrianis
... are very fascinating. The three daughters, Cristina, Annalisa, and Giulia, all look unmistakably related but do not look alike, and are all intriguingly beautiful in their own way. Marco is the lone boy and a charming combination of being masculine and tender. He is little Caterina's favorite, aside from, of course, her mother Cristina. Caterina looks more Asian than Cristina. Cristina speaks English with a bit of a British accent; Annalisa with nearly a Southern accent; and Giulia's is tinted with Italian accents. Cristina has a regal, serene, dark beauty; Annalisa is sun-kissed, athletic, with a golden vitality; and Giulia has a true East meets West exoticism tempered with her own saucy independence. Ping Ping and Bruno have the kind of marriage made in fiction but presented by them, it really comes to life.
I know I make them sound like gods, but they're really such a fun bunch.
I'm really enjoying auditing this family. There's really no other way to describe it. You know, sitting in on a class and not taking it for any credit; like it will have no past nor future impact on your life. Theirs is an impenetrable bond even if they graciously introduce me into every fold of their lives. Of course the impression they are leaving on me will have some kind of impact, but I mean that the daily interactions here really will not change any practical aspect of my life at home. I am fortunate to have engaged in long talks with most members of the family. It's probably the final thing that will make this journey abroad complete: researching the psychological, historical, and cultural roots of my family.
Two days ago we went to the Centro dei Borghi in Navacchio, and today we went to Pisanova in Pisa. They are both malls. They are stale compared to what's available in America, but the difference is, in America, there is nothing but the mall. Here they have man-made wonders like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, or natural wonders like rolling Tuscan hills or fields of sunflowers and shit. Try finding that along the Santa Monica Freeway.
Thursday, June 27, 2002
Bonjour et bienvenue dans mon blog. (MB)
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