It was 10:30 Tuesday evening in Bologna when I began writing this post. I’d gone to bed early after a full day of walking, gallery viewing, question asking, picture taking and dinner making. A day of several “firsts”:
- I timed my walk to the train station for my weekend departure to Venice and inquired about day trip trains to Ravenna and Verona.
- I bought my first item of clothes – black tights – as it’s refreshingly cold. It’s season end and every shop window advertises a sale but my bag is full and I’m not yet ready to leave behind pieces I’ll need.
- I ordered my first panini bresaola e te caldo from one of the hundreds of bars along the streets.
- I acquired an Italian phone number for my German “handy” (cell phone).
As I logged on, I saw the CBC links to the earthquake in Christchurch and increasing volatility in Liberia. Today I deciphered more details of tragedy and uncertainty. Personally, I’m holding in prayer a dear friend whose husband is passing.
Of the many paintings I viewed Tuesday, this one in particular stirred me, in reverberation: ”Santa Maria Maddalena piangente” (Sainte Mary Magdalene crying) painted by Luca Signorelli from Cortona, 1450 ca. – 1523.
Mi dispiacere. I am sorry.