the second Sunday in May, known to be Mother's Day, we had planned a long engagement in the parish and therefore could not pass it to the mother of Maria Luisa. We then decided to anticipate the celebration of a week down in Cremona to be with Carla and stay with her grandmother for a few hours. I did not mean that our visit was a reason for her extra fatigue and therefore we decided to move a little beyond the other bank of the Po, near Piacenza, returning to visit a local hand we have always eaten well.
The day was not the best, meteorologically speaking. However we have not given too much weight, since we spent most part of our long legs under a table laden. Grandma Carla, like many people his age, tend to eat little, want to gear problems, want to senile appetite. Having a very good relationship with food, I encourage anyone who is natural to eat with a listless air to make an effort and let go to the pleasures of the palate, at least on occasions when we can find because they were all ready for us to strive more.
Actually my persuasion was not too difficult and I had the satisfaction of seeing my mother-in-law feed with greater conviction and taste than usual. Indeed, in the following days and as much to be desired to return in that space soon to try other dishes that he had seen on the menu.
After several hours of almost total immobility, all concentrated in the activity of taste, our members had been willing to outdoor recreation. The mother of my wife is not a great walker, especially now that it has received a pacemaker to regulate the rhythm of his heart. Despite this, when you have finished lunch, I did not want to take her back home immediately so that rinchiudesse again between his four walls. Those walls will also be very comforting for her, but I think that sometimes take away any incentive to continue to appreciate with more enthusiasm, zest for life.
Once you got into the car, I launched the proposal to return to the city and, if this was acceptable, we could make a brief visit to San Sigismondo where I know that Carla has done studies for his thesis. Maybe she'd like to go take a look around, although it must have seen it who knows how many times and surely knows that structure, the frescoes and paintings in it, with the same precision and with the same level of detail of an encyclopedic catalog.
parked the car nearby, shaded by huge plane trees, while mother and daughter gave him one with the other arm, with a few quiet steps we entered this century church designed by the will of Bianca Maria Visconti in memory of her marriage to Francesco Sforza took place in 1441. The interior was painted since 1535 and is one of the most significant complex decorative century style of northern Italy.
After having dwelt for a brief moment in front of the many niches of the aisles, where I received a short lesson on art history, both from the mother-in-law wife, and finally near the altar, to which access is prohibited by a 'high gate. Then we sit on a bench and we pause a moment in silent prayer.
My gaze falls almost casually on a kind of candle holders placed there on the side. In the appropriate shelves, instead of the candles, there are some slips and some pen to write. A card warning that anyone can use it to leave a post written by the slot of what once must have been the offering box. I am aware that for several months in the complex of San Sigismondo There is a small community of cloistered nuns. One of these is seated religious body, beyond the gate that separates us from the altar and, with the gentle touch of his hands, it brings out harmonious tunes.
I can not resist and I fetch a piece of paper and a pen that seemed to wink and urged. I immediately realize that the great dining and libations have dampened any of my poetic ambitions, and while writing bait flowing, the period is inaccurate and not completely lucid.
I would make contact with those who will read from behind that door. Do not ask a prayer for myself, but I call for all families, from which, ultimately, all vocations. He wrote the promise of a mutual thought for those who are beyond grateful and that one day he made the decision to withdraw from the world, with a courageous vote, almost a scandal, incomprehensible to most.
The day was not the best, meteorologically speaking. However we have not given too much weight, since we spent most part of our long legs under a table laden. Grandma Carla, like many people his age, tend to eat little, want to gear problems, want to senile appetite. Having a very good relationship with food, I encourage anyone who is natural to eat with a listless air to make an effort and let go to the pleasures of the palate, at least on occasions when we can find because they were all ready for us to strive more.
Actually my persuasion was not too difficult and I had the satisfaction of seeing my mother-in-law feed with greater conviction and taste than usual. Indeed, in the following days and as much to be desired to return in that space soon to try other dishes that he had seen on the menu.
After several hours of almost total immobility, all concentrated in the activity of taste, our members had been willing to outdoor recreation. The mother of my wife is not a great walker, especially now that it has received a pacemaker to regulate the rhythm of his heart. Despite this, when you have finished lunch, I did not want to take her back home immediately so that rinchiudesse again between his four walls. Those walls will also be very comforting for her, but I think that sometimes take away any incentive to continue to appreciate with more enthusiasm, zest for life.
Once you got into the car, I launched the proposal to return to the city and, if this was acceptable, we could make a brief visit to San Sigismondo where I know that Carla has done studies for his thesis. Maybe she'd like to go take a look around, although it must have seen it who knows how many times and surely knows that structure, the frescoes and paintings in it, with the same precision and with the same level of detail of an encyclopedic catalog.
parked the car nearby, shaded by huge plane trees, while mother and daughter gave him one with the other arm, with a few quiet steps we entered this century church designed by the will of Bianca Maria Visconti in memory of her marriage to Francesco Sforza took place in 1441. The interior was painted since 1535 and is one of the most significant complex decorative century style of northern Italy.
After having dwelt for a brief moment in front of the many niches of the aisles, where I received a short lesson on art history, both from the mother-in-law wife, and finally near the altar, to which access is prohibited by a 'high gate. Then we sit on a bench and we pause a moment in silent prayer.
My gaze falls almost casually on a kind of candle holders placed there on the side. In the appropriate shelves, instead of the candles, there are some slips and some pen to write. A card warning that anyone can use it to leave a post written by the slot of what once must have been the offering box. I am aware that for several months in the complex of San Sigismondo There is a small community of cloistered nuns. One of these is seated religious body, beyond the gate that separates us from the altar and, with the gentle touch of his hands, it brings out harmonious tunes.
I can not resist and I fetch a piece of paper and a pen that seemed to wink and urged. I immediately realize that the great dining and libations have dampened any of my poetic ambitions, and while writing bait flowing, the period is inaccurate and not completely lucid.
I would make contact with those who will read from behind that door. Do not ask a prayer for myself, but I call for all families, from which, ultimately, all vocations. He wrote the promise of a mutual thought for those who are beyond grateful and that one day he made the decision to withdraw from the world, with a courageous vote, almost a scandal, incomprehensible to most.
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