Summer's day

I know that is a really lame title and that there are probably about 6000 other posts with the same title, but I couldn't come up with anything better. So there you have it.

Sunday the 11th, I stayed up until well past midnight because I was foolish enough to accept a request to perform. The performance consisted of music, an introduction, more music, Shakespeare's sonnet 18 in Italian, more music, sonnet 18 in Spanish, more music, sonnet 18 in arabic, more music, sonnet 18 in English, more music, everyone reciting sonnet 18 on top of each other, and one last piece of music and a closing speech. It looked a lot better in real life than on paper. On paper, it seems somewhat bland, but the music fitted really well, and somehow, miraculously, we managed to captivate the audience's attention well enough that they got really testy when some guy decided to pick up his phone in the middle of my recitation. The entire thing took about 20 minutes, but then we had to stay afterwards for the ceremony, which I would have been quite happy to skip. It's a good thing that I didn't get my way, because we tied first place (given that there were only four groups of performers, they decided we would be competing for first place only).

But my makeup looked really good and I was all dolled up in a cream suit, so I had fun.

Ciao,

Florence

Note to anyone reading this blog post: I wrote this when I was rather testy after having gotten up the next morning. Writing about something after getting far too little sleep because of that thing is a bad plan.

Kaoutar (my desk mate and the one who roped me into this) for her Arabic recitation 

Francesco's Spanish recitation

Filippo's Italian recitation

The only photo with me in it. Kaoutar is in the window that you can only see half of on the far left, and I am on the balcony on the far right.