My street, for now....

So this is my street.  When I arrived, Lenka said, just go down this street, follow it 

around, and you will arrive at the plaza.  I was looking for the street, until I realized that she meant this paved walkway.....  

I am staying in a house with the four dancers of the company, and my room is very very very small.   A twin bed, and enough room to open the door.  Lenka is looking for another place for me, but for now I have no problems with the lack of space.  It actually makes me feel safe, almost cocooned.  Of course it may be a completely different story next week, once I've gotten my bearings.  

Yesterday I went for a walk with Lenka and her daughter Giulia to Vernazzano, a little village with a music school where Giulia will start piano lessons next month.  It is so beautiful here. People WALK.  We walked through the woods, along dirt paths, on paved roads - no street signs - saying 'buona sera' to everyone we saw.  We passed 

grapes vines, olive trees, and horse corrals. 

It seems ridiculously romantic, and I love it.  I am wondering when it will feel 'normal.' 

On Sunday, I will go with Lenka to her friend Marina's and help with the grape harvest.   I cannot wait!!!  And Lenka and her husband Simone own some land on a small hill.  They have 1,000 year old olive trees  - !!!!  I am going to pick olives with them at the beginning of November, and then we will take the olives immediately to press olive oil.  I often think that when I quit this dancing life, I'll get some land (with what money??) and grow things.  Anything - things that I can hold in my hands, things that hold actual nutritional value, that feed more than my curiosity.  Tangible things, instead of dance works that disappear as soon as they appear and remain only in my body's memory.  Don't get me wrong - I regret nothing, but sometimes I just think it would be nice....