4 April 2015
5:15am “Yesterday I made a change in my thinking. I am playing it safe and being lazy! I am uncomfortable carrying all the tools I need but I need to WATERCOLORS! I need to push beyond the comfy zone I have in sketching buildings. So [yesterday] we went looking for a basket. I found (and bought) a lovely asphodel basket from Sardinia which will be a souvenir, but not good for what I need. Finally I bought an African basket . I have SO many from home, dumb! I can layer my pens / paint / and journal on the bottom, and we will put food / shopping / treasures on top. One excuse removed.”
Yes I know I thought I had worked it out but then I took my bigger pans of color, not my travel pans. So now I can’t just drop this case into my backpack or purse, because it should sit flat, which the smaller travel case could do.
“Cracked me up when I asked for ‘cestino’ — basket — and I was sent to a bakery for this Easter egg in a doughy break basket.”
It is not time or opportunity that determines intimacy —
it is disposition alone.
Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted;
seven days are more than enough for others.” Jane Austen
“We decided to do one more day. We were going to go to the Vatican but hello, EASTER is Sunday. [I wasn’t clear, but the town is already packed.] So I don’t know where [we’ll go] And we’ll take a cab today. We have reservation for Sunday night in Florence.”
“Our non-specific time is channeling down into our goal — to experience and record all we need to know about Elisabetta and Miguel’s travels. On this we are in sync. We want to see/smell/taste the country they travel even though it was another era. the ability to sink into Florence, Parma, Genoa, Marseilles, La Mer — what a treat! And we have to find a wagon . . .”
“We are going to write ourselves into a new life together!”
“When we woke we talked and decided to skip out early and head for Firenze. No reservations tonight . . . We’ll have to rely on the travel gods. . . Took a back route Mario recommended. . . First stop in the mountains @ Campagnano di Roma. We wandered around what we would call a Saturday Market & I caught s colorful sketch. How I wish Americans knew more than beige, light blue or green, and various pale shades of baby shit brown to paint their buildings. Lunch was lovely, from the market vendors, and in Todi we stopped @ a cafe and they directed us to a place that knows pensiones (spelling?) — homes that take boarders. Up up up a winding road of homes in peach and yellow and met them and YAY for the night includes a simple breakfast. An Italian B&B . . . now off to a beautiful church we saw coming in . . . “
“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see
the whole staircase.” Martin Luther King
“Lovely gem of a church and pilgrimage place for an iconic Madonna. I want Elisabetta to inhabit a church like this . . . but Todi is so far out of their path. Mik will have to figure this out!” 4pm
The paper glued in is a tiny map so we can record our trip. I plotted out planned route, but this will be the route we actually take overlaid onto the map
BTW, how was the eclipse in Vancouver and Los Angeles?
Moleskin 8×11 watercolor journal, Pentalic HB woodless pencil, De Artramentis Document and Super5 ink, and Daniel Smith, Holbien and QoR watercolors.
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