little moment

My father arrived in Italy in the evening the day before yesterday...so Ive had less time to escape and do the small things, like post this blog. But, alas, we have all stopped in Montepulciano... and Enrico and my father went to get something to drink so here I am. In the past few days, I went to an amazing dance club with three different levels--one for salsa/merengue, one for oldies, and one for techno...the place was filled shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of stylish beautiful Italians; I ate a very delicious fish meal by a blue, blue sea; I attended dinner with Enrico and his friend (a classic Roman uomo bello) where I ate nearly raw meat--a specialty here that I wont jump for in the future; and Ive probably drank more alcohol wine tasting than I usually have in one-two months. (My brother is rejoicing at this, I can hear him).
A day ago in the evening, I went out looking for my dad and Enrico who where out somewhere in the vineyard. Walking by the garden, I went unnoticed by three small fox playing ten feet away. After that, I saw Vasily, the Romanian help for the vineyard (sound like Under The Tuscan Sun?) and had a nice conversation--the two of us speaking about learning Italian--a language not our own. Then we saw another animal delight--a chubby anteater.

Along with my dad has come the reminder of the reality of a job search back in the states. Oh headache of headaches. A vacation is wonderful, then there is the return home, which can be a little shocking. After he leaves, Im goign to try to forget it again for a while and continue to enjoy myself.

I regret that I cant continue my story about grace nor my trip to Cinque Terre right now. But I will! Im just waiting for a little longer little moment.

Ciao