Musical Strands
December 13, 2011
On sabbatical from much of who and what I know, I've kept away from tunes, telephone and television; yet, tunes always find me. Serious randomness today. The family of Santas are wandering the Ravello Piazza, they stop and serenade me with Jingle Bells. On my hour trek to Amalfi I hear a guitar being strummed and picked, then a melodious alto. Finally, I spot the troubadour leaving his home, walking toward me. We pass, he nods and keeps strumming along. In Amalfi, I go into an Emporio, there may be food I haven't purchased yet. Jingle Bell Rock is playing - the original, in English. My smile approaches that of Alice's Cheshire Cat. And wonder of wonders, I randomly select a restaurant, order cannelloni and a guitar begins to play. Haunting, beautiful. Then the guitarist begins to sing, I look for him, and near the back of the restaurant is the troubadour I met on the road. This world, she is so very small and our lives are quite entwined.