Home is bliss

Hi dear reader,

I hope you haven't given up on me. Been home for two weeks  and loving it.

The last few days in Italy were not too much fun, but I did manage to go to the Acadamia in Florence and see David again. He seems to have shrunk in the twenty five years since I saw him last. Might be my perception of things. I got in trouble for taking a photo of some harpsichords in the adjacent musical instrument museum. I told security I did it for Bill, but he didn't understand.

On my last day I wandered into a museum in Rome that I'd walked past often, just near the terminus station. Ancient stuff, carvings and bronzes, mostly BC. Brilliant. I could have just come to Rome, seen that exhibition and gone home, I thought. But I was feeling ill. I got in trouble again for getting too close to the bronze boxer and his cauliflower ear, setting off an alarm.



 An ancient past time-    

  

Got to Rome airport about five hours too early and changed my ticket to bypass Thailand and upgraded to Business class, cause I wanted to be comfortable for long flight.

Now I am ruined. There's no going back to Cattle Class. I was in my own little capsule, the seat reclined fully. Watched movies and slept and ate. It was almost perfect, all it was missing was a urinal arrangement so I wouldn't have to get up and go pee every hour.Some time during that trip I jotted down on a scrap of paper what is important in my life and what I want to focus on. Where is it?

Keep up the writing
organise new studio
sharing skills
the garden
art
build a wood fired oven
Family
friendships
love
good health
a full life



I had a bad dream the other night. I was on a plane going somewhere. I woke up and to my great relief found that I was at home in my warm bed.

So that's it for this blog. It's been fun writing about my struggle with traveling. Of course it was all worth it. A few months to recover and I'm off to Japan!

Stay tuned for the next blog. I'll start a new page because this one has issues with posting comments. will post the address here when I get it together.

Ciao,

Cliff

Listen to your body

22/05/2010

Holed up in Firenze.

My dear reader,

I think there is one of you left. You are wondering what happened to Clifftripper.

I left Pietrasanta yesterday after a week or so of fountain building. It was obvious from the start that I wasn’t going to be finishing the project. My back prevented me from continuing with the physical work and Lea arranged for a couple of builders to get onto the job. That happened in the last two days. With the right equipment and tools they were able to form up the remaining bumps and pour concrete into them. Then we supervised the rendering, which was almost finished by the time I left yesterday.

The plan was to come to Florence for a couple of days to see some important ART. There was a new surprise in store for me.

You know how much of a whinger I am. Two things stand out for me in this trip. One is my sore back, the other is my complaint about the lack of toilets in Italy.

I mean, if you had an iron bladder like some people I know, the toilet thing wouldn’t be an issue.

But if you want to pee all the time, especially in the morning, and want to pee almost straight after you’ve gone pee the first time, it becomes an issue. If you join bad back pain and desire to pee all the time what do you get?

Kidney problemo.

Me thinking my back pain is related to broken back. My body played a little trick on me. Also, what do you do when you want to go pee so much in the mornings?- drink less water of course and more expressos. Bad for kidneys.

By the time I got to my hotel yesterday afternoon, everything was aching, even my cagones.

And then I peed.

OMFG it hurt.

That’s OH MY GOD with an expletive added. But my little brain is still thinking that I need shiatsu massage or a chiropractor, so I went on a fruitless search for one of those.

I ended up at the Duomo with countless tourists milling around. Managed to take some pics.Standing there with great pain in the side, suddenly realising I am going to pass out. So I slide down the wall I’m leaning against and just sit there for a long time. I noticed that people were noticing me. I probably didn’t look too good. Strange thoughts were swirling. Decided that there’s enough sculpture been done on that one building, we don’t need anymore.  During this sit and think I realised that it’s my left kidney that is causing me most of the pain, with a bit of broken back thrown in. Who knows how long that’s been the case?

I made it back to the hotel and holed up with big bottles of water thinking that I’d flush the bugger out and that’ll fix it. When, after a long night of  drinking water and excruciating peeing, my pee looked as if it was bleeding with bits in it, I decided it was getting serious.

I know that blood in horse’s pee is not a good sign, so therefore might not be good for humans either. Better get to the hospital.

So that’s what I did. I explained to the man at the desk of the hotel and in front of a group of happy breakfasters that I needed to get to a hospital and why. He arranged to have me taken there in the hotel van.

So instead of seeing important ART, I spent the whole day in Firenze hospital.

Good news. It looks like I’ve passed some kidney stones, that my kidney looks clear and my bladder is too from an ultrasound. Don’t have an infection and the nice doctor sent me away without a prescription for antibiotics, (they do things different in Italy) and the advice to drink plenty of water.

The other good thing is they upgraded my room at the hotel from dingy single to a double with a shower that works, because I asked. Hope it bloody works, haven’t tried it yet.

Booked this room for another night. I want to get well before heading back to Rome and then home to Oz. Still feel like shit but the painkillers have let me write this.

My stopover in Bangkok is looking unappealing and if I can, might change the flights.

So, faithful reader,

I’m coming home soon.

Italiano mangiare

15.5.2010

Had more rain here in a week than Barraba has had in two years. Thunder rolls off the mountain in really long thunderstorms.

Getting a bit of work done each day between the rain.

Lea took me around to a sculptor’s studio, an Englishman from Liverpool , Martin Foot. Martin has lived here in Pietrasanta for the last twenty years and before that lived in Australia. We got talking and it turns out that he used to work with George Proudman on Public Works in Sydney. I happened to start my interest in carving with George, he teaching a bit of carving in return for me helping him in his garden when I was a teenager. We reminisced on what a funny old bastard George was.

The ‘isn’t it a small word?’ thing goes a bit deeper because one of my avid blog readers, about this trip to Italy, is the daughter of the very same abovementioned old bastard, George. We both agreed that he was a font of knowledge about stone and carving; and a generous and funny man when you got over his gruffness, helping both Martin and myself get jobs back in the 80’s.

Jean, we meant old bastard in the most nicest way possible. No offence, please.

Speaking of offending people. It has slowly dawned on me that not everyone will share my enthusiasm for publishing events and photos of events and people and places and things, on the internet. That I should perhaps ask permission of people before I post photos of them or their work or their house on the internet.

My photos now have a clever signature with a copyright symbol in the corner. That is supposed to stop other people from using those images.

There is a thing about internet etiquette that I was blissfully ignorant about. Anyway I am making amends, and asking belatedly some people for permission and in the future will ask others before I go splashing their dial and their privacy out in the cloud for all the world to see. This is small time anyway, just for family and a few friends.

Why didn’t someone tell me?

Lea took me to dinner to Marco and Sabrina’s house on Thursday night. There was little English spoken that night. I'm trying to learn fast.

Friday night we fired up the oven and Lea had people over for dinner. Even though three of the five guests were English, they all spoke Italian, so I was kept busy trying to understand anything. I cooked some bread and my staple Portuguese chicken dish that everyone loved. So my solitude has turned successful socialite overnight.

Picture of oven and food should go here, but was too busy to take picture.

Today I went out to get more mesh in the rain on the pushbike. Someone said I looked like Harrison Ford. Ha ha, Indiana Jones (with a beard?). Isn’t he one of the sexiest men on earth? Maybe that was thirty years ago.

Today Lea’s Dad and his wife, her sister and her husband arrived from America. We did the oven thing again- roast veal, potatoes and my bread that was quite impressive according to all that ate it. What a great oven. Definitely building a new one when I get home.