Waiting, A Photograph

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

On my last evening in Verona I walked through Piazza Erbe one last time.  While resting at a cafe I noticed this young man waiting by a statue holding a red rose and looking nervous.  I wasn’t going to shoot him, but then the old man to the left walked by him and noticed him as well.  He gave him a look I couldn’t pass photographing – a knowing look.  It’s not the best of photo quality…but it says a lot about the two men and their thoughts.

Waiting – Jennifer Allison

Italy and Nature’s Haunted House of Green

As I walk though the alleys and streets of Verona, Lake Garda and Venice, I occasionally come across these beautiful colors that nature has painted on the stone.  I now find myself seeking them out.  They are bold and the designs original..

  “Nature is a haunted house–but Art–is a house that tries to be haunted.”
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

A Woman, a Walk, a Wall and a Saint – Part II

The man went around the back of the villa and I could hear people working and talking.  I passed a small artist workshop which housed mosaic upon mosaic. Two men were near the workshop working on what appeared to be a pergola of some sort.  One of the men noticed me and asked in Italian if he could help me.  I explained in Italian that I didn’t speak the language very well but I was lost.  He asked in perfect English, “Do you speak English?”  Phew…..

He and the other man came down the path to greet me.  The older man didn’t speak English, but the younger man, Fabio, translated and explained that he was the “superior” of the  Community of Saint Joseph and his name was Father Emilio.  Father Emilio smiled big.  We shook hands and made introductions and I explained that I didn’t know where I was and I just followed the wall.  The priest asked if I had come from the church.  “I didn’t even see a church but I like to garden and was wondering if I can see the grounds.” was my answer.  I felt dumb.  I didn’t know there was a church, a community or even where I was in relation to the city center.  The priest continued to smile and told Fabio to show me whatever I want to see.  Fabio started walking towards the greenhouses – so I followed.  He explained that Father Emilio was not just the priest, but the caretaker for the entire grounds and loved working with herbs.  There was even a writer living on the grounds writing a book on herbs.

The greenhouse was full to the brim of flowers, herbs and even succulents.  I asked if they sold plants to raise money.   He looked at me kinda funny and said, “Money never transfers hands here.”  I apologized, but explained that I had no idea what exactly the Community of Joseph was about or for that matter, who don Calabria was.  Fabio explained that don Calabria was a saint and that he founded the community of Saint Joseph to help those in need.  Fabio himself had been there only a few weeks and had come from the middle east, where he been on a path of “cleansing” his soul.   There where communities of don Calabria all around the world, but the saint was originally from Verona and had in fact died there on the grounds almost sixty years ago.

As we walked towards the church another man joined us, smiling.  Fabio introduced him as Simone.  Simone had lived in the community for a few years.  He was very friendly and although he spoke no English, he smiled a lot.   The three of us walked to the church grounds and continued our talk.  Before we entered the church Fabio told me that no one just happens upon a place; they are meant to be there.  I agreed.

They then showed me the church grounds, the gardens, the vintage car, the coffin of don Calabria and the chapel itself.  Then Simone asked us if we wanted to see something.  Fabio translated for me, we both said “yes” and followed him.  Simone took us through a side door, up a set of winding stairs and into a second floor hallway.  He smiled, opened a door and led us into the bedroom of Saint Calabria himself.  The place I am sure he died.  Everything was still the same and not touched for almost sixty years.  He then led us to other doors housing his sitting room, his private collection of books, his clothes, a vile of his blood, etc….  smiling the entire time and standing by, waiting to show us more.

When we reached the end of the mini tour Simone stood by a wall wich held a small bowl.  In it were little pieces of wood with numbers on them.  Fabio told me they represent tears and will tell us what we need to know.  I chose the number 77.  Above the bowl was a plaque with what must have been a hundred or so phrases on it – all numbered.  Fabio translated my phrase for me and it read something like, “That which you seek is inside of you.  God rests within your soul.”

I had left the Catholic church long long ago and honestly don’t believe in organized religion at all.  But there I was, standing on the grounds of the Comunita ‘S Giusepe of don Calabria, holding a little piece of wood telling me that that which I seek is within me.  Interestingly enough…. I already knew this – but it was good to be reminded.

I was invited back whenever I wish and even told when they stop for coffee each morning.  I assured them I’d be bringing my mother and sons back to visit.   Walking back to the gardens with them I thanked don Emilio, Fabio and Simone and found my way back to town.

When I reached my flat I saw I had been gone almost six hours.  For a woman who wanted to stay inside for the day and lounge and ignore the world, I had been on quite the journey….

Verona, Italy e Un Ragazzo, Un Fiume, Un Pianoforte e Una Donna

Each evening I take a long walk no matter if I have plans or not.  For instance, tonight I’m meeting a couple of new friends for an aperitif in the center.  Fortunately for me, Italians meet late and I can still take my walk.  This walk I do for many reasons.  They are as follows:

1. I Am Boring – Being rather a boring person, I can become somewhat of a creature of habit no matter how much I like exploration or what city I am inhabiting – yes, very contrary.

2. It’s Good For Me – Even if I have had a tough yoga practice during the day, I still love walking in the evening, always have.

3. The Cute Little Boy – I begin my walk along the river, which is just a stones throw from my flat.  Around the same time I leave my flat; 5:45ish, a young father is usually taking his little boy on a bike ride.  The boy, who can’t be more than four years old, has white blonde hair, the tiniest of bikes and always the biggest of grins on his face.  He rides his bike like Evel Kniveil; giggling over the bumps in the sidewalk and clearly giving his father, who runs behind him shouting directions, a series of mini-heart attacks.  I fear his Papa will have many a heart attack in his life as his son seems to know no bounds.  He is one of the highlights of my walk.  He also has me seriously considering having another child someday.  He’s that cute.

4. The Piano Music – Waving goodbye in my head to the little daredevil I cross the Fiume Adige at the Ponte Nuovo and turn left on at Teodorico.  If I time it just right, somewhere between Via Ponte Pignolo and Piazza Giovani I can hear the sounds of someone practicing classical piano music from the building above me.  Each night, for just a few minutes, I stop and look out at the river while listening to the music surrounding me.  It is there that the perpetual believer in me tosses a note that I have prepared wrapped outside of a cracker (so as to sink and feed whatever finds it) into the river when no one is looking.  I find this extremely cathartic, although sappy…of which I am fully aware.

5. The Sunset – After tossing my note and listening to my private concert I’m on my way once again.  Walking all the way around the city center I reach the Ponte Scaligero and before I cross to enter the center, I watch the sun begin to set and the river and buildings absolutely glow.  It’s a beautiful sight and although I don’t always take photos of it, I have my camera ready.

6. The People – Turning left onto Corso Cavour I stop at a little art supply store that I happened to find while initially lost.  I browse while the older woman who owns the store chats with me.  Mind you, my Italian is limited and she speaks absolutely NO English.  However, even though I have told her that I only speak a little Italian and it’s not that good, she goes on and on – and fast.  Some of it I understand (when she slows down,) but when she goes into detail about the charcoals or paper – I get lost.  She also never charges me what the price on the shelves say, because she says, “sei un artista” and apparently I have “occhi profondi” (which I had to look up the word “profondi”)  I don’t always buy something because I don’t always need something, but I’ll stop in and smile and listen to her tell me about this tool or that tool.  If I ever were to have a Grandmother, I’ve decided I’d like it to be her.

7. The Weather – Since I have been to Italy the weather has been so absolutely gorgeous. I’ve grown weary of the grayness the Pacific Northwest fall carries, so I have to say that the weather here in Verona is much appreciated.  So much so that in fact, a new friend of mine has offered to introduced me to her friend who is wanting to rent his flat long-term, of which I can rent out to friends……hmmmm….more to come there for sure.

8. The City Itself – I pass through Piazza Bra, with it’s mimes, men dressed as King Tut, Roman Soldiers and even little babies.  With all of my walking to and from the yoga studio, as well as my evening walks, I’ve come to know how to avoid the popular Via Mazzini as best I can and weave my way in and out of the side streets like a Verionian.  I find this city and size to be much easier to maneuver than Rome; in which each time I have visited; felt perpetually lost in…on many levels. 
 Even with all the people I enjoy ending the walk in the city.   Although the first night I walked by Giulietta’s Balcony (as I live so very close to it) I avoid it at all costs now.  It’s so full of people – and cameras – and pushing – and sticky gum – and vendors selling love.  I wouldn’t have thought it would affect me the way it does but I never knew what it was really like there – under the balcony.  After all, I fully admit to being a sappy romantic, though experiencing it….I feel it almost bastardizes the love story.  It all seems so shallow and lacks depth.  If I get an apron with my name and my lovers name in hearts does that make us more romantic than anyone else? If I stick a note on the wall for the world to see does that mean I love more than anyone else?  Need more than anyone else?  Feel more lost than anyone else?  Maybe it’s because I find love to be so intimate…quiet – and the loudness of it all surrounding Giulietta’s balcony disrupts my psyche somehow. So you see – all of these questions emerge within me when I walk by the site and honestly – I have enough in my ever inquisitive Scorpio head without adding that to it every evening.  So I avoid it.

9. Lavazzoler Chocolat.  I only eat the extremely dark, almost unsweetened chocolat.  Her’s is the best tasting I’ve come across and literally two minutes from my flat.  When my son comes to visit in ten days it will be the first shop I take him to.  He is a chocolat connoisseur.

10. It Makes Me Smile – Finally I end at my little piazzetta near the park.  At the park I pass teenagers making out on benches, people walking their dogs  and older couples chatting.  I like to see them all.  They make me smile too.  It’s always a good ending to a long walk.

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

I Want To Ride My Bicycle, I Want To Ride My Bicycle…

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my…
bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my…
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah!

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Jennifer Allison

Verona, Italy and Giardini Giusti

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece”
Claude Monet

Verona, Italy and She

Anne Lamott once wrote, “You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind. The rational mind doesn’t nourish you. You assume that it gives you the truth, because the rational mind is the golden calf that this culture worships, but this is not true. Rationality squeezes out much that is rich and juicy and fascinating.”

There were times, even entire years, that I have ignored her – my intuition. Once in a while, however, I would listen and She would reward me with warmth and ease, while other times I considered her my foe, deeming her incompetent.  She would scream at me and I would scream back in argument.  She would jolt my stomach, a warning to be weary, and I would swallow an antacid. If She created a storm of apprehension, I would put on a raincoat and galoshes and fare the weather of emotions like some great sea-captain. Some months back my cup was emptied. I lay broken on the shower floor and She softly reminded me, via a whisper, that She had told me so.

I conceded that day and we’ve become close, She and I.  While I’ve agreed to heed her warnings as well as embrace the signs of encouragement and wonder, She has agreed to leave my stomach be and cease all storms.  My willingness to finally acknowledge, as well as listen and feel her, has reaped many beautiful new friendships, opportunities and artistic endeavors.

As I make my travel list for my six-week working vacation in Verona, Italy this September, I find myself leaning on her simple art of knowing more and more.  There are many other places I’d like to visit, however She moves me once again towards Italy.  While transferring the money to my Italian landlord to secure my apartment today I was struck at just how easy it was to commit to.  Although there have been many times that my rational mind sets out like a gun for hire to thwart my plans, I find he always misses the mark and she prevails as the more intelligent of the two.  As money to pay for my trip appears and co-workers step up and offer to cover my work while away, I am reminded of just how universal She really is.

Since my decision to embark on an extended working vacation in Verona, and through my listening to her, I have since made friends with an amazingly gifted artist living in Seattle who happens to have grown up in Verona, Italy.  She will in fact be staying on Lake Como in just a few short weeks.  Yet another new friend has introduced me via email to a wonderful couple my own age living in Verona who have already opened their dinner table for me with open arms.  Even my parents, who haven’t been to Italy in years, are looking forward to a bringing my teenage sons for a week-long visit and letting me show them, my family, the country as well.  I’ve offered my second bedroom to a few friends; and I do believe they both are making their own travel plans as I write this.  I assume if they all listen to their own “She” then it’ll be just as easy for them as it’s been for me and their own gun for hires dressed as “rationality” will be thwarted as well….

The view from my flat