This morning, on the bench.
wooden, painted green but worn, under as enormous pine tree
Waiting for the number 5
whenever it comes, 8 has passed twice now, I could take the 9 and transfer, but there is no bench at that stop, no tree either
I was making some notes
collecting ideas for my "suck it" theme, there are always good looking men in that apartment, it looks like there isn't much furniture inside, why?, maybe because it's dark and the curtains are sheets, look at these two, he takes his sunglasses off at the window, oh, eye contact, maybe this could be a post
When the gardener stopped to sweep under me
do you have to sweep in this exact spot RIGHT NOW? Do I look like I need a sprinkling of dust?
"Ciao" he says
ciao... I mumble mid-note, into my scarf
"I said CIAO... respond to me when I say ciao!"
Listen fucker, you're sweeping crap all over me! I'm sitting here, just waiting for the bus, just trying to take notes, enjoying the tree, avoid looking into the window across the street... and I said "ciao"... assholes should go down on the list
"Ciao" I say more clearly.
Sometimes it's better that I don't speak the language so well.
Where were you taking a bus to? (If my following starts to feel like stalking, please let me know. I'm fascinated by the idea of living in Italy and what it's like.)ReplyDelete
Love it. I really love it.ReplyDelete
Great post to start the day! Ciao!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much for your kind remarks. I'll keep trying (just for you.) Even your bus stories sound romantic. Was the guy in the window naked? That would really make up for the rude gardener. ;)
I almost felt bad for this post. Thanks for the great comments.ReplyDelete
Half way up the valley walls.... I was going to work. The number 5 is usually a pain to get because work is also by way of the University and the bus is jammed, I mean really jammed, in the morning. Lately not so much and I wonder if the kids are on a break or something. I'm as fascinated by life in Italy as you I'd wager.
It's funny the little things you notice living abroad.
No the guy wasn't naked, today. I think a bunch of twenty somethings live there because it seems like it's never the same guy. Either that or it's a whore house. But as usual, he was good looking. And I sear he stared at me with enough force to knock me down (if I wasn't already sitting on the bench). Italian men are so damn good at staring.
I actually felt a bit bad about the gardener as I didn't really give him a proper "Ciao"... although technically it was almost an insult... if he had actually wanted to say hello (to a woman he doesn't know, and covering with dust) he should have said "salve."
Ok, but if they ever get naked, I want a pic!ReplyDelete
Do I know you well enough to say 'Ciao'?
A great post. Do give us more about the apartment with the men.ReplyDelete
Yes... if you're reading this blog, you know me well enough to say "ciao."ReplyDelete
Great way to start the day.ReplyDelete
I was sleeping in an airport one night 3 am (I'm the only one in the terminal) and the woman with the vacuum cleaner HAS TO vacuum where my head is.ReplyDelete
I left something for you....Stop by if you're not oogling naked men.ReplyDelete