Thursday, March 31, 2016

Starstruck

I found out from Facebook that Colin Firth is in town! Yes, THE Colin Firth! Excitedly, I gathered all my chickens to tell them that they had better call me if they saw anyone they thought might be the man.

So off trots Jeremy to the Piazza to hang out with his friends. Coming back a little while later, he says, "Yes, well I thought I spotted him. So I went up and asked if he was Italian in order to narrow it down. He responded 'Why?' and I just told him that I was curious because it was hard to tell...he didn't say anything, and didn't seem in the mood to chat. Since I wasn't sure, I didn't call you."

OH MY GOSH. Yes, my son talked to (at?) Colin Firth.

Swoon.

Love,

Alexandra

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Just Reeling

It seems like the year of funerals at the moment. Florence, Ashley, and I attended the funeral of Florence's archery teacher's grandfather today.


During that time, a major figure in Todi was dying.

Michele Biscarini, the man who turned my hair blue, was in a motorcycle crash and died this afternoon at the hospital from his injuries. He was only 41, had a wife and daughter of 11, and was just the most amazing man.

He was known for his good cheer and playfulness, his artistry with hair color, and his love of adventure. He had a really sweet way of pursing his lips rhythmically and occasionally humming when cutting hair or concentrating. Michele was sought after to teach salon owners in New York and all over the US, and traveled on a regular basis to do that work as well.

Love,

Alexandra

p.s. I am copying the notice in the local online news organ, Corriere dell'Umbria.



TODI

Muore giovane parrucchiere nello schianto in moto

Coppia intossicata dal monossido di carbonio, colpa dell'asciugacapelli
E' morto in uno schianto avvenuto nel primo pomeriggio di martedì 29 marzo alle porte di Todi. La comunità tuderte è letteralmente sconvolta in queste ore alla notizia della morte di Michele Biscarini, 41 anni. Era il parrucchiere per antonomasia per le signore di Todi e apprezzato per la sua simpatia e carica umana. Era il più piccolo di due fratelli e aveva proseguito l’attività del padre Demo, riuscendo in breve ad affermarsi per le sue capacità. Sposato,  lascia  una figlia di 11 anni. L’incidente mortale intorno 14,45 non lontano dal centro abitato di Ponte Rio. Biscarini a bordo della sua moto e si è trovato di fronte un'auto. Terribile l'impatto. E' stato soccorso e trasferito all'ospedale di Perugia dove purtroppo è deceduto. 

And from Il Tam Tam, the local news organ:




Nello scontro tra una moto e un'auto è morto Michele Biscarini, 43 anni, apprezzato parrucchiere

Todi, incidente mortale a Ponterio
Tragico incidente stradale nel primo pomeriggio di martedì 29 marzo a Todi. In località Ponterio ha perso la vita Michele Biscarini, un giovane di 43 anni, molto conosciuto in città sia per la sua attività professionale di parrucchiere che per gli impegni in età giovanile.
L’incidente è avvenuto all’altezza del bivio per Duesanti. Biscarini, che era alla guida della sua moto, è entrato in collisione con un’autovettura che si stava immettendo sulla strada comunale.
L’impatto è stato fatale per il centauro. Inutili i soccorsi. Trasferito all’ospedale di Perugia, è deceduto in ospedale.
La Polizia stradale di Todi sta accertando le responsabilità dell’incidente.

Commozione e sconcerto in città tra gli amici e i tanti che conoscevano Michele Biscarini.
Michele era il più piccolo di due fratelli e aveva proseguito l’attività del padre Demo nel centro storico di Todi. Sposato,  lascia  una figlia di 11 anni.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Giochi di Archimede

Yesterday (that is, a few months ago) I went to Perugia to do the Giochi di Archimede, which are like the Bocconi Giochi Matematici, except the questions aren't annoyingly ambiguous and they include actual mathematical concepts, removing the luck aspect and making them a lot more mathematical. The plan was that my physics teacher, Scorsipa, would drive from Perugia where he lives to Todi, meet me at the train station at 7:00, and accompany me by train (for reasons of liability in the event of a crash) to and from Perugia, after which he would drive back home. I was the only minor going, and thus the only person in need of accompaniment. When my darling mother heard this, she immediately called Scorsipa to tell him not to be ridiculous and that I was perfectly capable of getting to and from Perugia by train, so he then called the principal to see if he could meet me at Perugia Sant'Anna instead. The answer was yes, so this was the plan we followed. Here are some notes on my trip:
  • While waiting at the Ponte Rio station, I saw another train going the other direction. Not unusual, except that it was in Busitalia livery. After a brief conversation with the driver, I ascertained that Umbria Mobilità had been bought at the end of December by-Guess who!-Busitalia.
  • I HATE Busitalia for several reasons that I do not want to have to type up, and you won't want to have to read.
  • Once on my train, I immediately struck up a conversation with the driver, Alessio, and the conductor, Paolo.
  • Alessio has been on the line for years. He joined the FCU after he decided that he wanted a quieter life than that which his previous job, driving the Frecciarossa (the fastest trains in Italy), provided.
  • Apparently the Frecciarossa is the most BORING thing ever to drive. You set the speed control to 300 km/h and then just sit there. You have the line all to yourself, and the LCD monitor alerts you if and when there's a signal ahead. You are the only one in the cab, so there's no one to talk to, and you can drive just as well with the windshield blinds closed as open.
  • Alessio really doesn't care WHO pays him, as long as he's paid. He has kept so little track of his owners that he placed the foundation of Umbria Mobilità as two years ago.
  • Paulo came with Busitalia.
  • I showed my 1930's Swiss-made Ferrovie dello Stato pocket watch to them, and they both liked it, but I think Paolo had more appreciation of it.
That's it for now!
Jeremy

    Olive Branches Bearing Doves

    Happy Easter to everyone!

    I decided this year that we should have a special family feast. Plus, I'd heard that lemon pasta is a traditional Easter dish, which sounded delicious. So, obviously, that meant doing things like purchasing a table cloth and little decorations and so on.

    Since Palm Sunday involves a distribution of olive branches, I thought it would be sweet to hang little Easter eggs on them. Obviously, I was not the only one with the thought of decorating with eggs: by the time I made it to the store, they were all gone! Florence and I consulted with each other, and decided that we could string up little egg-shaped cookies using Easter-y ribbons as a plan B. And then we found them: dove cookie cutters! Awesome! We stopped by Elizabetta's to get the ribbon; all set!

    Saturday involved cookie making and stringing for our table centerpiece. Lots of prep for Sunday's meal, including going to the butcher's (Paola and Andrea have consolidated, and are now only in their original shop in Collevalenza...we miss them terribly!). It was a lovely day for the (10-minute) drive.

    Mass was full, and the bishop did a lovely job. Our choir director played his French horn, and he'd roped in another horn player. We also had our mascot violin player: Paolo is about 10; he's Gabriele and Elisa's son, and is an extremely talented violinist. He should be, after all: his father plays horn professionally, his mother sings beautifully, his aunt is a professional pianist (? I think that's the instrument) and so on. Definitely runs in the family!

    Coming out of Mass, we were greeted with people in the piazza enjoying the antiques fair. Scurry home to get lunch ready! And, we had:

    Devilled eggs (dyed through the cracked shells, since the eggs here are brown!) and Easter bread (it was given to us; I put it out thinking it was the traditional cheesy bread, and it turned out to be a cinnamony bread instead!)









    Lemon pasta with capers and salmon

    Brocoletti (Interestingly, an element of the Passover seder, namely bitter herbs, is included in an Umbrian Easter dinner) with garlic...yum!

    Mashed potatoes

    Roast chicken (basted with lard (!), it was the best I've ever had, I think). It was so beautiful, we carved and ate it before I remembered to take a photo. You'll have to imagine it.

    We rolled out of the house for a little stroll through the market, where I purchased a lovely fountain pen and a few other items. Michael and I came back to the house to discover that Ashley had polished her halo and had washed all the dishes! And it was quite a stack: with everything served separately, the number of plates was impressive.

    The rest of the day holds some pretty high ambition: dig into the colombe (like a panettone, but for Easter, and in the shape of a dove), play a game, and perhaps have a nap. Michael is packing, since he is leaving tomorrow for a trip back to the US.

    Love and peace,

    Alexandra


    Nutty Activity

    Today was the long-awaited day: making baklava with Edvina! Now, I had made baklava a few times in the US and it was considered very impressive...but that involved pre-made phyllo. This time, we were making it from scratch!

    (The full truth is that Edvina actually made the dough for us, since it needs to rest a few hours, but she did give me the recipe and I'm confident I can do it!)

    I arrived this morning to find little balls of dough on the table. We rolled them out with a long pin (Edvina's is like a broomstick; she says mine has too large a diameter) to disks about 8" in diameter. They seemed quite thin at that point, but that was just the beginning!









    The disks were stacked together with intervening dusting of corn starch. When our first 25 balls had been rolled, we started on the stack of disks. The stack was rolled to about 12" in diameter, and then stacks of 4 or 5 were then wrapped around the pins for further rolling. Each little ball of dough (starting with a diameter of maybe an inch and a half) ended up about 16-18" in diameter. That's some rolling!

    Edvina stacked the dough sheets into a pan, drizzling them with clarified browned butter. More layers (all 25), then a crumbling of nuts and cinnamon.

    Next batch! Twenty-five more balls, another set of layers, and more nuts. Then the last batch of pastry sheets. This is enough work to send most people to the chiropractor, believe me. Cut, pour the remaining butter over the pastry, then shove in the oven at 200°C for almost an hour and a half.

    And nuts? One pan of baklava required over TWO POUNDS of shelled walnuts. This is not an inexpensive delicacy, believe me.

    I was sent home with the warm baklava, and I'm on my own for the syrup part of the endeavor. I think I'm up to the challenge of making everything in the house sticky.

    Love,

    Alexandra

    Saturday, March 26, 2016

    My Palm Sunday

    After an exhausting afternoon with the FAI group, I collapsed into bed, only to get up the next morning at a quarter to six. I had to be at the Europalace at 7:45 and I had to have showered, eaten and packed my bag by seven thirty. I almost made it on time…

    About 8:15, we got to the pool. After a little while of looking around, wondering where the rest of the team was, we decided that we were the rest of our team. (Actually not technically true, but it was a skeletal crew).

    The meet organisation was nonexistent. It went something like this: all of the girls for backstroke, mostly increasing in age order, then all of the boys. After that, all of the girls for breaststroke, then all of the boys, and so on with the IMs and then finally the relays (which are mixed girls and boys).

    Anyway… a bit of a mess.

    I went home with three third-place medals and a reassurance from my coach that even though I thought I was going really slowly, I had actually sped up. Despite all of the mess and confusion, I was fairly pleased with my results.

    I got home at about 2:00 and climbed in bed at about 2:30, only to be woken up at 4:45 to get ready for Mass. After Mass I went right back to bed; I was exhausted!

    All in all though, it was a lot of fun.

    Ciao,
    Florence

    Via Crucis on Via Roma

    Last night, we had the fourth annual Way of the Cross (Via Crucis)...a Passion/Crucifixion re-enactment that involves much of the city. It's really remarkable to me how much people are willing to have the city taken over for these events.

    The route was a little different from last year's, making it more circuitous, but also allowing the spectators to move through the scene and experience it in "surround sound". Being in the choir, we were at the end of the procession for the most part, and didn't manage to see a ton. However, what I did see indicated that they really did a good job keeping it contemplative as an experience rather than descending into bathos.

    We ended up at the Duomo with a PACKED church (accompanied by the wooden corpus dating to the 1400s and a stricken Mary statue on a bier). Even the aisles (standing room only) were crowded. It was lovely to see how many had committed nearly three hours on a Friday night to participating in this community spectacle, either as an actor or as audience.


    Love and blessings,

    Alexandra

    p.s. The photos are courtesy of Roberto Baglioni, since I was unable to take pictures and sing!








    Full church!

    Taking Mary home...okay, this is funny, granted!