One little letter

My name is Grant Newby. You may call me what you like. I tried to mail a letter. Just one little letter. I wrote it. I signed it. I folded it. I sealed it. I addressed it.
Shoot! I need a stamp!
The post office is where I need to go. They take care of my letters when I let them go. They sell me stamps, or at least they do at home. Home. Where is home? It’s far away. In a place called America. I live in the middle, in Oklahoma. No, I do not ride horses. Or sleep in tepees. No, there are no hills full of people named “Billie”.
I’m outside the Poste italiane. I use deductive reasoning to decide that this place is the post office. I’m glad I can read and understand, because there is an ATM next to the entrance.  An ATM at the post office? I guess it’s convenient when you need to buy a ton of stamps and forget your cash monies.
It smells loathsome in here. This has to be the post office. Only the post office and the DMV smell like anguish. But why so many people? Young people with many pieces of paper. Old people with little booklets in hand. Middle aged people with briefcases full of papers. No one has a letter. Everyone is standing around. There are a dozen windows. One is open. I put on a cheerful face and decide to ask Adreanna to mail my letter. It’s to my girlfriend.
I immediately regret this decision.
I run away in a hail of hateful sounding words. Un turista fastidioso! My pride is hurt. I am embarrassed. All of Rome is staring. Old women are shaking their heads at me and pointing their fingers. They aren’t pointing at me. What could it be? A little yellow machine. It has buttons. I like buttons. Buttons make things happen. I think I’ll push a button. There’s one with an envelope. I have an envelope! It says servizi postali. Hey, that’s Postal Service.  They’re an ok band. “Such Great Heights” was their one big hit, from a while ago.
I push the button. It throws a slip at me. P097 This is what my life has been reduced to. I am a number.
I hear a loud beep. Lights flash. There are other numbers on a board on the wall. Wait, there is some sense of organization going on here. This isn’t Italy. Italians don’t get organized.
BEEP! P094
That’s close to my number!
BEEP! P095
BEEP! P096
Boy, this is going fast. Maybe I’m not really ready. Maybe I should think this through a little more. I’m still young. I have a lot of life left to live! AAAAHHHH!!!!
BEEP! P097
I am thrust forth by my own stupid will. Uncertain of what lies ahead. It can’t be pleasant. Nothing in this dingy place is pleasant. I’m at Adreanna’s window again. Her dark eyes stare into my soul. I’m suddenly flustered as I remember I need to speak Italian. I don’t speak Italian. Claudia hasn’t taught me what to do at the post office. Un pezzo di pizza con prosciutto, per favore. NO! You dingbat! You want to mail a letter to your girlfriend. You miss her pretty hair, you said so. The act of sliding the envelope under the glass signifies not only my helplessness but also my defeat and surrender. Adreanna pecks away at her keyboard with a smirk. I need to pay €0,85. The strange brass coins clink as they hit the counter. I can’t even look up. I just miss my girlfriend. I just wanted to tell her. She puts a stamp on my letter with a bureaucratic slap and tosses it in the bin.
“Buongiorno.”
 
“Buongiorno.”  I mutter as I turn toward the door.
Well, I mailed my letter. Just one little letter. Now my girlfriend will know how much I miss her, when she gets my one little letter, in three weeks’ time.

What to do, When to do it, and Where to go for the best Music and Entertainment in Roma

Ciao! And welcome to Friday! There are a lot of wonderful events going on this weekend and into next week so here’s a highlight of a few.

If you are into classical music check out Gabriele Carcano performing on the piano at Aula Magna ,Universita La Sapienza, Piazzale Aldo Moro (San Lorenzo). He’s won the Casella Prize and has toured through the US. The show is Tuesday, February 5, 8:30pm and you can get tickets at www.greenticket.it

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If you want to try a performance in one of the numerous gorgeous churches here in Rome, Sant’Antonio dei Portoghesi (between the Piazza Navona and the Pantheon) is hosting a classical performance this Saturday, Feb. 2, 7 pm and Sunday, Feb. 3, 6:30 pm. This concert is free so it’s a wonderful opportunity for something unique.

However if you are looking for something a little more upbeat check out Arisa “Amami tour”. This Italian pop star and judge on the “X Factor” of Italy will perform at the Auditorium Parco della Musica, Sala Santa Cecilia this Thursday, Feb. 7, 9 pm. For ticket prices go to www.listicket.it

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MOVIES!

Personally movie nights are my favorite hangout but I’d always be up for a movie out as well. If you didn’t get the chance to see Les Miserables in America then check out the English showing at the Barberini in Piazza Barberini. Showings start at 3:45pm and at the Lux at 6:15 pm. There’s nothing like a mix of a French play shown in English while in Rome to shack up your cultural education.

If you are a museum wonderer like me then check out these openings:

Ana Tzarev- The Life of Flowers at Palazzo Venezia, Via del Plebiscito 118

Tuesday- Sunday, 10am – 7:30pm through February 15

Her exhibit includes a number of oeuvre which reflects her lifelong passion for flowers and her interest in the natural history of the world. Somewhat resembling Matisse and Van Gogh these brightly colored works have shown in NYC and across the world.

Roma Caput Mundi. Una città tra dominio e integrazione

This exhibition tells the history of the Eternal City from the perspective of domination and integration. Showing more than 100 works of different media and discussing cultural and religious influences, this show is bound to be insightful.

Anfiteatro Flavio, Colosseo Piazza Del Colosseo

Monday – Sunday, 8:30am – 6pm through March 10

A presto! and remember you never know what type of interesting adventure is lying just around the corner from you here in the Eternal City so feel free to explore and tell us about any great places you visit or happen to know about.