a part of me really wishes that i had brought the inferno by dante alighieri with me. i read it last time i was in italy and i think it would have been nice to have now. siena has been experiencing torrential rains for the past 3 weeks. mostly unexpectedly and with tons of lightning and thunder. this is not typical weather for siena at this time of the year.
i just had quite the catastrophe. i could hear the rain really well somewhere in the apartment. but i couldn't figure out where for a couple of minutes. by then, when i located the sound in the dining room, where one window was open. there was already about an inch and a half of standing water under the dining room table. i rushed to the window and closed it immediately. but the damage had been done. the water was under the table....isn't that some colloquial phrase for something? i ended up taking the pot i boiled my pasta in for lunch and the sponge from the kitchen and soaking up most of the water. it's still pretty damp under the table. and the pot was half way full when i was done. my extra bathroom towel is completely soaked and it's still raining. half way through being done with cleaning up the water though, i heard shouting outside. almost like screaming. as if some major disaster had just occurred, like an earthquake. i have to say those voices were by far more disturbing than the rain or the sound of the thunder. i mean, i know that the italians are not used to the rain, but gees. you would have thought from those voices that there was a flood and bodies were floating down the quaint, narrow streets. this is far from the truth.
and i had so wanted to go to the pharmacy to buy some aloe vera for my sun burns from the beach yesterday. maybe the torrent will cease and i can rush over there. my burns would highly appreciate it.
the weather is a charming thing. it can make you feel so small and powerless. i can't imagine living somewhere that get tornados or hurricanes or huge amounts of snow every year. obviously people deal with it. but at the same time, i don't know if i could. i'm sorta a wimp.
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yeah... it is really funny how nature makes you feel so small. I've been getting into astronomy//Carl Sagan lately and this blew me away:
"Everybody has 2 parents, 4 grandparents, 8 great-grandparents, etc. Every generation back we go, we have twice as many lineal ancestors... If there are, say, 25 years to a generation, then 64 generations ago is 64 X 25 = 1,600 years ago, or just before the fall of the Roman Empire. So, every one of us alive today had in the year 400 some 18.5 quintillion ancestors-- or so it seems... But this is far more than the population of the earth, then or now; it is far more than the total number of human beings that has ever lived... The same ancestor is related to us by many different routes. We are repeatedly, multiply connected with each of our relatives. Something like this is true of the whole human population. If we go back far enough, any two people on Earth have a common ancestor... We are all cousins-- everyone on earth."
so cool.
watching that video made me miss you/macerata something terrible!
love-missyou,
a.
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