Here we are all dressed up to go to the opera, Tosca. Naomi is a wicked kitty cat and I look like a Hertz rental car agent. We are very "moda moda" (in fashion).
Here we are all dressed up to go to the opera, Tosca.
Naomi is a wicked kitty cat and I look like a Hertz rental car
agent. We are very "moda moda" (in fashion).
These are some of the cool people we've met on the EAP program in
Siena, all dressed up for the opera. Notice the paw hand warmers
that Naomi is sporting. She's a slave to fashion.
At the entrance to the opera house there were all these Red Cross
nurses lining the stairs. It turns out though, that there was an
Evil Nurse Nazi among them.
This is the interior of the opera house in Genova. You might be
thinking that I had to walk all the way to the back of the
theater to take this picture, but really I had to move way up
from our seats. Our seats sucked about as much as they can. We
were seated right next to a wall, and all you could see of the
people were little white dresses and costumes. It was pretty
boring, clocking in at over 3 hours. We read the synopsis, so we
could figure out what was happening, but it was still tough
sitting through it all. Naomi went straight for the bar during
intermission, figuring on alcohol to diminish the pain, but I
wouldn't let her and we got through it together. The singing and
the music were excellent, and we enjoyed that part thoroughly,
even though we coudn't understand anything that they were saying.
Naomi discovers herself in the opera house.