italian metal hair band.
I am invited to a concert in Cattolica. In the car on the way over with Vivi and her boyfriend and brothers:
"ElisabetTH." Vivi's boyfriend is very proud of his pronounciation of my name.
"Si?"
"You will be in love with gwitar player. All girls love him. He is playboy."
They learned their songs in English but phonetically. As soon as I walked in the bar the lead singer grabbed my purse and swung it around his neck like a hula hoop. Throughout the evening I had people asking me, "Did they say that right? What did they just say?"
"Um... fires of hell?"
We make plans for their North American tour. I may have offered up several of your couches for them to crash on along their travels. Hope that's alright. Just watch out for that shirtless guitarist, he's a heartbreaker.
Hi Liz,your mom just gave me your blog site.
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying the authenticity of your writing.The ease with which you express your thoughts and feelings.Your insightful humour is a delight! I look forward to reading more about the adventures of your journey.
Many blessings on that journey,Ryerson