Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Fifty Shades of Red

While grey is the colour of the season's bondage bestseller, the colour of the hot sexy Italian summer has to be RED.

RED for my favourite Campari Spritz aperitivo (enjoyed with the lovely Sherry in Venice last week!)

RED is the colour of fresh tomato sauce for linguine, eaten in the shade of the portico in the afternoon.


 RED are the flowers in my favourite hidden villa garden.


RED is the colour of hot summer lips and a pair of savage Dolce e Gabbana stilettos that sink into the grass at steamy summer parties.

RED are flowers on Rosi's window sill, beneath stormy Monte Civetta.


ENJOY your summer days and nights! Here's what I've been doing: a day in Venice with American writer Sherry, with a stop at my favourite bar Il Cavatappo.

**PS. I have a new interview up at http://expatinterviews.com/italy/catinitaly.html
for those of you interested in living in Italy, cat-style.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

A Glutton’s Guide to Cherry-Picking

It’s not over until the skinny lady screams. The last cherry tree is swaying with fruit. Not that the others were ever seriously emptied. The teenage manpower in this neck of the woods is studying for exams/sleeping off studying for exams/just sleeping off. I can’t tell you how many evenings I have sat pitting cherries, drinking beer, watching the massive poplar tree at the corner of the property which darkens and knots in the sunset. By that time I’m tossing cherry pits into the cherries and have brain surgeon’s hands…

At different times in my life I’ve been a city dweller, a suburbanite, a spoilt diplomat’s wife living in a gilded cage, a dependent living in a tiny room with a sweatshop underneath. In Mogadishu we lived near the National Theatre where singers sang long into the damp nights. In Milan our neighbours stared at my spiky blond hair. In Paris my employer made a mosaic of broken plates up the kitchen wall. In Accra I remember the three Rastafarian priests with high headdresses who walked like statues down the street – the same street American soldiers trained with their Hi-Ho-Sergeant-Major chants my kids used to ape in the yard.

But back to cherry-picking, a very pensive occupation, and the lifestyle that comes with it.

Slowness is good. Having a temperamental apricot tree is good. Playing Scarlatti at midnight with no complaining neighbours is good. Eating – afternoon after afternoon – more cherries than most digestive systems can cope with, is good. I don’t want to complain. You don’t know how many people wander through the gates and say You are living the dream! Ahh! While I stand there thinking – and the mowing? The weeding? The uninvited guests who turn up on empty Sundays when you’d love to read under a tree? How it’s time to paint the downstairs rooms again, plus the tree-trimming, the window-cleaning, oh and worst of all the endless, endless driving.

Now after quite a few years in the country it’s not the first time I am yearning for a turnaround. When I came here my kids were small and needed unity and serenity. (Or I did, to tell the truth.) We needed to be on our own, not tossed into another city web. The idea of parking and food shopping and traffic in a big city did my head in. I don’t know how women rush from here to there back to here again. I did it for a while and more than once found myself parked in front of the school, alone, wondering why the kids weren’t coming outside. They have long school days and short ones in Italian schools – who was I to know what day of the week it was?

But now, teens and adults, we are in that heft before big change again, when the city appeals, the country lags, and sometimes, just sometimes, this skinny lady yearns to live above a busy Parisian street, pop downstairs for a kir royale, go to the cinema without it being an expedition or a long tricky drive home. Can you have your cherry-garnished life without having to pick them?

* On Friday I have an interview up on the Romantic Novelist’s Association Blog, which ranges from ironing to character invention and back, with some pretty interesting photographs!

* Oh and here is last year’s cherry-picking post http://peltandotherstories.blogspot.com