but the stuff of memories continues daily
When Bob went to get money today, he discoveed his card strip had been compromised. Since it was a new card, it was hard to figure out how that happened.
Flash back now to Bob packing for his trip. Packing list:
Button-sized super duper extra powerful magnet (check)
Riddle me this. What possible use could you have in a small Italian hill town for such a thing?!
We then tried my card and it wouldn't work either. thinking back, Bob had carried my card for me in Florence. We got in the car and drove to Moiano to try there and were able to get money from my account. Whew. It would have been hard to get from now until next Wednesday with NO MONEY. I had jokingly been calling Bob my gigilo....be careful what you wish for...........
After that little excitement, we came home and cooked and cleaned up and did a few crossword puzzles and ate dinner. As we were cleaning up from dinner, we heard music in the piazza.
The group was just 2, a keyboardist and a vocalist/clarinet player. The singer had a quintessential Italian tenor voice. It was evocative and expressive and rough around the edges when needed. He was wonderful and seranaded us (at least it felt like that) for 4 hours with just one 10 minute break.
At midnight, we stood on the balcony embraced by a cool breeze, entranced by the clear Paciano-blue night sky, empassioned by the music and magic of the experience. The singer finished with Bocelli and as he hit the last high note, we turned to each other and smiled in wordless appreciation for the gift of having shared such a delight.