Describe yourself at this moment, mind and all. A golden weekend with Ann-Marie in the Lombardia countryside. She has a special tenderness about her, Holly Golightly meets Tinker Bell. We saw churches and castles, and took wines in piazzas; all things high and classical. There was sunlight in spades. After lunch banter with bar girls in Brescia, one studied English in Rochester NY, the other was dating a Scottish boy. The later having experienced the rapture of Anglo-Saxon romance has sworn off her countrymen for good, clever girl.
These last two days I have lived life as it should be lived. I ventured out into creation and wandered in between flower stalls and parking meters and cold heavy swallows of fresh cow’s milk. We sang in the car. She wants to marry Marino, when she is 30 and has seen the world, and I think she damn well ought to. “The trick is how do you ask someone to wait five years for you? They live there life and you yours and one day you pull up in the driveway, throw open the door and yell out, ‘I’m ready!’”
Oh, the sunlight!