One of the readings
for my Architecture and the Environment course was written by three women who,
as architecture students, spent a year traveling and drawing in Europe. I was so taken by their shared experience and
individual renderings that an idea started to percolate: someday I might do
that, if only for a few weeks. So, when
a recent CCA email popped into my inbox to announce their three-week summer
abroad programs, I immediately zeroed in on an architectural drawing course in
Rome. How perfect!
Rome. I had spent a week there with my first
husband so many years ago – thirty? I’ve
lost count. Both of us still recall our
meal of fava beans and fried squash blossoms in the Jewish quarter. We visited the settings for the three acts of
Tosca: the Church of the Sant’Andrea della Valle, where Cavaradossi paints the
Madonna; the Palazzo Farnese where Tosca stabs Scarpia and sings E Avanti a lui, tremava tutta Roma!; and
the Caste Sant’Angelo where Cavaradossi is shot and Tosca flings herself off
the parapet. Happy memories of a happier
time.
I quickly
enquired about the trip, an extra space was found for me, but I soon balked at
the reality of leaving in late May.
Annie. How could I be that far
away when she was struggling so hard?
Not now. Rome has been around for a long time; it will be there next
year.
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