6 Gennaio, Venerdi
e ora di farlo = it’s time to do it
Today is Epiphany, a holiday. Sylvia has already got the garlic going downstrairs for a big noonday meal. Gord wore his Leafs hockey shirt to breakfast to remind us that this is like a game, it’s time to focus, put some things on hold until the challenge in front of us is completed. He knows I worry when he seems distant. Today a breakfast fax from DHL: the replacement pump delayed at customs, won’t arrive until at least Lunedi. We’re trying to figure out how to get demineralized water, as the water at the fort creates bubbles in the paint.
Beppe dropped by last night with his wife and a friend and shared a special bottle of regional wine. I had recognized him on my walk yesterday, recycling plastic bottles at the road down to the Mezouin. He was our guide at the Fortezza during our first visit, speaks enough English, knows the secret paths at the fort. His wife is French, and it turns out their son will be reconfiguring my computer today at 2:30 in Mara’s office so I can use the internet there! We’ll get their photo on Saturday, as they’re all volunteers at the fort. He’s going to give us another tour, this time from the top of the fort down. Also, it just so happens his brother in law has a line on a water filter. Wonderful conversations in french, english and some Italian. I bring my notebook with me everywhere.
Gaby came up from Torino with Gianni and her 11 year old nephew, Davide and of course, Shira, her sweet dog. She solved some problems for us, and we learned that Mara has orchestrated several other openings to happen on the same night as ours. We’ve seen their signs at the fort, and Gaby says that they will bring out a lot of important people, as they represent the largest car manufacturer in Italy. I was worried about it, until I saw the Torino Olympic logo on the bottom of their posters; they’re obviously an approved sponsor.
I’m impressed with the crew: everyone works long hours: 9 am until 7 pm, and all of it in that cold church. Peter went home sick today and Jaz has a cold. He and Eric usually go up fort for below zero picnics, exploring at lunchtime. Their cheeks are roaring red at the supper table. Towels in the bathroom are stained yellow and blue.
e ora di farlo = it’s time to do it
Today is Epiphany, a holiday. Sylvia has already got the garlic going downstrairs for a big noonday meal. Gord wore his Leafs hockey shirt to breakfast to remind us that this is like a game, it’s time to focus, put some things on hold until the challenge in front of us is completed. He knows I worry when he seems distant. Today a breakfast fax from DHL: the replacement pump delayed at customs, won’t arrive until at least Lunedi. We’re trying to figure out how to get demineralized water, as the water at the fort creates bubbles in the paint.
Beppe dropped by last night with his wife and a friend and shared a special bottle of regional wine. I had recognized him on my walk yesterday, recycling plastic bottles at the road down to the Mezouin. He was our guide at the Fortezza during our first visit, speaks enough English, knows the secret paths at the fort. His wife is French, and it turns out their son will be reconfiguring my computer today at 2:30 in Mara’s office so I can use the internet there! We’ll get their photo on Saturday, as they’re all volunteers at the fort. He’s going to give us another tour, this time from the top of the fort down. Also, it just so happens his brother in law has a line on a water filter. Wonderful conversations in french, english and some Italian. I bring my notebook with me everywhere.
Gaby came up from Torino with Gianni and her 11 year old nephew, Davide and of course, Shira, her sweet dog. She solved some problems for us, and we learned that Mara has orchestrated several other openings to happen on the same night as ours. We’ve seen their signs at the fort, and Gaby says that they will bring out a lot of important people, as they represent the largest car manufacturer in Italy. I was worried about it, until I saw the Torino Olympic logo on the bottom of their posters; they’re obviously an approved sponsor.
I’m impressed with the crew: everyone works long hours: 9 am until 7 pm, and all of it in that cold church. Peter went home sick today and Jaz has a cold. He and Eric usually go up fort for below zero picnics, exploring at lunchtime. Their cheeks are roaring red at the supper table. Towels in the bathroom are stained yellow and blue.
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