Goodbye, Uncle Sam

I've decided I'm never coming back to the States. It's just too great to be in Europe. For instance: a week from now I will be in Rome. A week from then I will be in Barcelona. In the meantime I'm planning a trip to Prague. I love weekend trips to other countries. Sara's family still owns a house in Italy, in the mountains where her grandpa or some other relation moved to get away from the Mafia. There's no plumbing, but that won't be a problem. We'll grow tomatoes and have a goat and throw the greatest dinner parties with tomato-and-goat-cheese hors d'oeuvres. Sara will make pasta from ancient family recipes, and I'll probably go into espionage.

Swan Lake was incredible. Better than Sleeping Beauty. The girl dancing the lead was amazing, doing the whole swan thing. I nearly had a heart attack watching her. And the best part was the scene when Prince Siegfried first goes to the lake and meets Odette, because that's what we did for the Cavelle recital that one year, and I recognized the choreography.

On a related note, the teacher of the Oxford Dance Society ballet class that I've been going to on Saturdays asked me to be in a production that her private company is putting on! Sadly enough, the performance is May 31-April 1. Ah well, it was nice to be asked.