Another wet day.
I spent the morning wandering around the old town, with a vague goal of continuing my search for boots. In the end the closest I got was a pair in a shop just a short walk from where I’m staying. They were gorgeous but not particularly comfortable and far more expensive than I had planned to pay. My entire conversation with the shop assistant was in Italian which was fun “Can I try these on? Size 38 please. Yes they are lovely boots.” “They look beautiful! All hand made. You can wear them with trousers or with skirts. No that size is perfect for you, they only feel uncomfortable because you’ve been wearing sneakers. No we don’t do tax free.” I didn’t buy them but I may weaken.
I managed to get Netflix working on the TV in the apartment so that I could watch “The Perfect Couple” while eating the last of my Portuguese sardines and another supermarket salad.
In the evening I had another concert booked, this one involved opera singing. It was back across the other side of town which is how I managed to do almost 19,000 steps over the course of the day. The concert was in a little church and the audience was scanty. It is a recent venture apparently so the singer asked us all to do a positive review online. I was happy to give it five stars, the musicianship was incredible, both the singer and the piano player. I just wished I’d known more of the songs.
When I got back home at 11 pm it was to discover that one of my uncles has died. I’ve had four uncles die while I’ve been overseas in the last ten years. I’m probably going to miss the funeral again. Surely it’s a coincidence, I can’t see that my location on earth is going to affect the health and wellbeing of relatives I don’t see from one year to the next. But I’m starting to feel like the angel of death anyway. Surely the cousins are going to think I’m never in the country which isn’t true at all. Anyway I’ll be running out of uncles soon. RIP Garth.