Old habits
The day after driving across Europe in 18 hours, I got on my bike for a ride in the woods. I kept glancing up to check the rear view mirror.
A few days later, I felt really pleased with myself when I managed to park my bike in a shady spot - that could be a make-or-break moment in the day when I lived in Rome.
Another Roman hangover came when I gave my mother-in-law a white knuckle moment as I executed a nifty left turn across oncoming traffic to nab a parking place.
“We don’t do that in the Netherlands!” she shrieked.
I´m also a little tongue-tied, beginning sentences with allora, and concluding every exchange with, perfetto! err … perfekt … err … Prima!
Now after three weeks in the Netherlands, I’m so used to cycling that I always think about tucking my trouser in my sock before I get in the car.
This post’s listening pleasure is brought to you by the Jongo Trio and their 1972 version of Ãgua da Março.
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Some might feel the cuica is overdone, but I don’t care. I want one for christmas.
Still, I’d settle for the cowbell, or even the triangle in Tito Puente’s band.
I once asked my mother why she hadn’t married a Brazilian percussionist. She said there weren’t many around in Glasgow in the 1950s.
Tech note: My first upload of this track failed because of the non-English characters (accent and cedilla). Can only use standard English characters.
September 3rd, 2005 at 9:09 pm
Very nice! I love Brazilian music and anything with a good beat.
September 4th, 2005 at 6:55 am
Ciao Ria,
Allora, come va in Frislandia?
Un abbraccio,
Lukini
September 4th, 2005 at 3:23 pm
Uitstekend!
Ta for the photies of Timo. Liked them a lot.
Groetjes aan Nico.
September 5th, 2005 at 3:35 am
Having only this morning listened to a class of 3-4 year olds doing the Kitchen Sink Department, I couldn’t face any more percussion. I was wishing I had a bike though. In the Netherlands. Too hilly here.
September 14th, 2005 at 11:09 pm
There are probably ‘anger management’ courses which may help you get over all that pent up drivers rage you accumulated in Rome ;-)
PS Thanks for the link and great to see you bloggin’ on after the ending of the Roman holiday.
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