03/07/10 continued
Back in Cuneo I go back to the house and shower and change. I drink Campari and soda in little bottles with the Sardinians which is not as nice as it sounds (the drink) and it leaves an odd taste in my mouth. Eduardo shows me his and Andrea’s band the Tomato Groovers on youtube and although the picture wont stream the sound is fine and it is groovy.
The Sardinians invite me to dinner and Luigi makes frittata and there’s more cheese! Mozzarella, a blue cheese and a smoked cheese. I meet Michelangelo and his son and learn that Michelangelo is a chess champion who earns his living teaching others. Eduardo and Andrea have made a large painting which I say reminds me a little of Basquiat.
After dinner we go to the park and I complete another bird watching book for aliment(e)azione. Michela sees me and asks me how I’ve found the trip. I tell her I’ve loved it and want to come back and will think of a project to propose for next year. I will miss the last night which is and a shame and I arrange to leave the speakers and mp3 players to be posted back later. The live music performance is too loud for the Sardinaians and we take a walk down Via Roma where the Incitta works are. I see the cardboard piece which I like a lot, especially what I think is a traffic cone made out of a pizza box, but Michela tells me later its not meant to be and traffic cones don’t exist in Italy. It’s a structure representing stalactites in the mountains and the artist chose the bicycle boxes to recycle in his work because of the man-on-bicycle symbol looking much like the man-recycling-rubbish-in-bin symbol rather than referencing the international cycle race in the region tomorrow.
Another artist has positioned what looks from a distance like handcrafted ladders going from one balcony to another. I have seen earlier but see again 6 vinyl banners of graphics such as a sofa, some gardening tools and a cupcake. Michela tells me the project is the artist asking people what makes a house a home and the work makes more sense. It probably said this in the brochure which I failed to translate.
We walk back to the park through fairylight lit streets with gelati cafes crowded with young and old. Italian children and up and about with their families til quite late and event eh tired young ones are very well behaved.
We walk along the park road and a bar is in full Saturday night swing with old skool house remixes and 90s pop.
Back at the house we drink some more birra and sit outside but have to be molto piano as the woman living upstairs gets very angry at late night noise.
We make some comparisons and differentiations between Italy and England, talk about family, next travels, etc. We find out everybody’s ages and I think I must look old for my age. Elise is 37 and doesn’t look a day older than 30. Andrea is the bambini of the group which makes a nice change from it being me.
