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Jun 27, 2010

The Sesia, Switzerland, and

"Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach. It's the end you're after." Anthony Robbins


If the outcome I was after was to enjoy this weekend, then I succeeded more than I can imagine, but not with the plans I had. Being flexible was truly the ticket. 


We didn't make it to the mountain village of Otro on Saturday, but instead, spent a lazy day at home before taking the little black ball of fur to the Sesia river along with A's Macchia. Now, not too long ago, the aging Macchia was systematically attacked by a very playful Tala who was rewarded for her efforts with a growling and angry Macchia standing over her. From Tala's cries, one would have thought Macchia was killing her. But it was a necessary lesson for a too exuberant pup, who now, was not happy to be in the same cage with her "teacher". She whimpered all the way to the river... and back. And Macchia didn't care


 


We waded, tossed a small puppy into the water to have her swim, and skinny dipped. We returned in time to watch the US lose to Ghana in the World Cup Soccer match. I'd already watched Italy fail to advance and really wanted the US to continue. However, I made sure to comment that at least the US made it further than Italy! hehehehe




Today was exceptional. There was an exhibition of all Motor Guzzi bikes in the Borgorsesia piazza and  arrived in time to look them over before they left en mass for lunch in Varallo. We instead, rode to the Swiss border for lunch at Sempione Pass before heading back to give Tala yet another chance to swim in the river. For a lab, she's not all that excited to get in the freezing water, but will do it after much complaining just to be near me. 


What I will remember from today won't be the fact that the sign for the Moto Guzzi Day only had the date, no time, yet the square was crowded with bikes and admirers, the important details passed along by word of mouth. A small town thing no doubt. Nor that there was a woman with the longest legs, the shortest pants and the highest heels and a reputation that preceded her. But that when we crossed the Italian/Swiss border a little after noon, there wasn't a single patrol in sight. All out to lunch. An Italian thing no doubt.




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Jun 26, 2010

Today I am taking a moment to relish the quiet, to listen to the finches sing and let Tala rest until this afternoon. The world seems unusually still, no breeze, no movement, just sound. Now the church bells, ringing out the new hour, have joined the birds song. It's nice.

My neighbors will be celebrating their sons' wedding today. Arturo, or Atuo as his wife calls him (she has trouble with the "r's" came by to chat the other day and it seems an old Italian tradition will continue for them. The newlyweds will come to live in their house. It's a big house so fortunately there will be a lot of space for everyone. And there are separate entrances. Still, I can't imagine living with that kind of arrangement.

Tango is going better than expected. I enjoy the lessons and lo and behold, the teachers are planning an exhibition and milonga in Borgosesia at the end of July. So those lovely shoes I bought in Sardegna won't waste away in the closet.


Speaking of shoes, I think my friend Anne might remember these shoes. They have been with me for so many years and will probably last the rest of my lifetime, that is, unless they don't again fall prey to canine version of Jaws. My plants are being constantly pruned back and in one section she has begun her search for an underground path to China. I get a little worried when she greets me at the gate with her little nose dusted in brown dirt.


Today we are heading out for a trek to the village of Otro, above Alagna, a marvelous hike uphill that will burn off all excess puppy energy and turn unused legs to rubber. I think rolling back downhill might be in order.

 
The refugio at Otro. I wonder if they will accept little dogs...

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Jun 15, 2010

The rain will not end. It is JUNE and we've hardly seen the sun and I am thinking perhaps it's time to haul out the wood again for a crackling fire. What weird weather. Oh, it's like that HERE, because it's fricking blazing hot almost everywhere else.

Sardegna on the last weekend of May was also struggling to find the sun, which means I didn't really get to see the amazing beaches that are so talked about. This one at Stintino, lucky we stopped there first on our way to Alghero, is an example, but hearsay claims that the beaches toward the south of the island are even more enticing.

     
The motorbike ahead of us was also on the ferry over. Turns out the man was a work acquaintance and he unfortunately was going to the same place as us...Alghero. He wanted to spend time with us, on the bike, at dinner, at the shows...I wasn't a very happy camper. 
That little dark speck in the water is a woman walking...way out there. 
This could be Wilma and Lenard on their cat, if only they would come here...hint hint. I think one could walk up to the boat...maybe these random women did just that.

I was hoping to see this...sheep crossing the road. That's their caretaker looking back at us and I didn't take a photo, but shepherds don't seem to walk with their herd anymore...they follow slowly in the comfort of their car

Coming into Alghero, where I was to have my tango lessons. The outline of the old city near the harbor, one of the bastion towers inland and another along the shoreline...they once protected the city. 

We hastily dropped our stuff at the apartment and went in search for food, the place for me to register and for information on the tango show that night. Not only did I get all that, but I laid my eyes on a pair of dance shoes that begged to come away with me.....
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