This week was all about packing, panicking, driving, unpacking, coming home, leaving again and getting settled in.
One thing I instantly appreciated was the German Autobahn! Nothing like it! But staring at the countryside for the better part of a day some days back I realized how organized the fields, trees and even the woods seem. Oh my. It´s going to take some time to arrive fully back in this country of accurateness, but who said it´s gonna be easy. :)
As I left home and prepared for the next wedding (YAY!) Mom came hurrying after me and asked, Do you have enough shoes? Three pairs will do for one day, right? Haha.
We had just ordered in my favorite restaurant in Siena, the warm evening
air brushed against our skin and my friend Louisa turned to me and Ela. But
seriously how long do you know each other? Ahm... we stared at each other,
starting to count the years in silent... really? I did not quite remember the
first time we meet or talked but we came up with... mhh, something like
fourteen years... whaaat? We stared at each other in disbelieve and started to
giggle again. Yes for these two minutes I felt old, haha. So here you have it:
my very last visit in Siena by my childhood friend Ela.
We toured Siena and
Rome, had our wonderful long talks and as we came across this tiny street while
the good light sneaked along the streets I insisted to do a Mini- Session and
catch some of the rose and orange reflection on the cobbled stone. Ela stared
at me again, really Rici here? This is a good spot? But look for yourselves and
enjoy the beauty!!
I am very happy to have had some minutes to catch these moments with you
Right after the Palio (horse race) high, for me
there came a low. I mean I knew it would happen one of these days. But so strong
and so passionate. Oh well. For many of my friends are already done with exams,
are about to depart. Home, too far away countries. And this reminds me, that my
time in Tuscany, well there is an end, and it´s near.
As I am a hopeless dreamer, I don´t wanna see
it. I am lying to time and to days and I am standing in my favorite giardino at
night, to oversee the city and I want to freeze the moment in time.
But then a small thought enters my mind.
There is a right time for everything.
And just as there is a time to listen to Robbie Williams, there is a time to stop to listen to Robbie Williams...
There is a time to come to Tuscany and there is
a time for leaving Tuscany.
Many times I have hinted at the medieval flair still clinging to this tiny town called Siena. Besides a city wall which is dividing the outer part of the city and an inner, of course more pure, noble part of the city... besides the ancient Contrade (neighborhoods)... even some people behave medieval. As it happened to occur one night, my good friend Alex was walking home. I want to stress the walking. She was not standing under some window and making a whole lot of noise, no she was moving. And just this moment someone threw water out of the window and right on her. I could not believe my ears as she told me what just happened to her! No way! Are you freakin´ kidding me?!?! Are you still throwing water out of your windows? How many years has the pluming be installed around here?!?!
NO this cannot be, however, many Sienese people don´t care about the things which cannot be.
So here is the second installment of relaxed Friday.
On Monday, the day was finally here. The 2nd
of July. A day awaited for a whole year from all Sienese people and also from
me. The Palio. Till the very day I considered not going to the actual horse
race (I have been to a lot of the practice races), because let´s face it I am
slightly claustrophobic and with my
super low blood pressure I tend to faint standing in the sun for too long. And this
is what we were about to do. We would stand in the sun with a humongous amount of
people and wait. While melting away, we
would count the minutes till the canon ball announced the arrival of the
jockeys. This is not exactly my ideal situation to watch horse races. But then
I made a decision during the midday and I gathered all my strength for the task
ahead. Luckily I have some pretty awesome roomies, which know how things are
done in this town. A lot of tourists waited in the full midday sun since two pm,
when the race would not start till eight. So here is how we proceeded, we
rested and relaxed during the day and as half past six came along we squeezed simultaneously
through a tiny street, the last one still open at that time. It felt like
pushing through the birth canal all over again. Via Dupré is not even broad
enough for two cars to pass next to each other, but what felt like ten thousand
Sienese people, they now how it´s done. Forget queuing and organization, we are
Even if till now my description of the big day
sounds weird, it is a day I am sure I will tell my kids about. One day when
they come into the house after running around between cherry trees and basil,
when I am about to lay them down for the night and their big hungry kids eyes
are glued to my face as I am about to tell the goodnight story.
I will tell them of a town, far, far away.
Hidden between the Tuscan hills, where tradition is hold higher than any value
in the life of many people. I will tell them of noble man and race horses, of
Carabinieri dressed Armani (yes they
will know what that means)…
… I will tell of a tension I have never seen
before in a crowd so passionate.
… I will tell them that the minimum 35° degree
sun felt refreshing after finally arriving in the piazza.