02/07/10
The morning is horrible and through all the sole, sudore, prosecco e birra I am dehydrated like a sundried tomato with a dull ache in my head. I eventually get up and shower and head out to the park via the piazza for caffeine fix and pistachio gelati which miraculously cures the hangover. I take a foccacia pomodoro to the park and sit on a bench for a while. Today was forecast rain but there is still glorious sun although a cool breeze coming in might be telling. I’m wondering what do do with my day; whether to go to a nearby village as recommended, go for a swim, or to take the train to Torino and check out the contemporary galleries.
I head to the train station to check train times as I think they’re not so frequent and I need to reinstall the mp3 players which played up last night.
Mondovì is busca 11:28-12:10 TO224 or 11:28-12:10 TO226 returning via busca 15:10-15:50 TO231, 16-20-17:00 TO233, 16:35-17:15 TO235 or 18:00-18:38 and I decide to go tomorrow. I head back to the house to collect my swimming costume and towel. The swimming is €7 and its packed. I do couple of lengths and sit at the edge for a bit. After a while the attendant notices me or my lack of swimming cap which is apparently mandatory, but also in another country or in a shop in town, and I have to get out. Feeling a bit cheated of €7, I change and climb the steep incline up to the main road and home. I slap on the aftersun despite it being only 3 hours before dusk I figure the sun will not be too strong any longer.
The Sardinians have returned and are making fresh books and maps and I help them stamp the maps with the red flag. So it’s beer o’clock again but I need to be back at the park, forgetting that Italian timekeeping is not German, where I think I have only just shifted from and have stopped trying to say danke and auf weidersehen.
Back at the park, no one is immediately available to help with the daily install so I head to the piazza which has a pizza festival on this week. I get a token for a margarita and wish they had a vegetable one. The pizza is very good and I think I have got over my 10 year pizza phobia.
Simone and Michela are at the park and they say they are going to a performance in another town so will miss this evening in the gardens. The speakers are reinstalled by another Frenchman I didn’t get the name of but remember from last night. The projector has reset itself and we have to readjust which my French assistant doesn’t think he can do but Belinda helps translate English and Italian into French and it’s done quickly. Finished, I take the Incitta brochure and walk down the Via Roma which has 9 pieces of work along to Piazza Torina.
I try to find an open shop for some wine and snacks to take to the picnic scheduled later in the gardens but fail miserably and have to go emptyhanded.
