status viatoris – being ‘on the way’/being in a state of pilgrimage
Greetings, Dear Readers!
This is just a quick note to apologise for my shocking lack of commitment to Status Viatoris in recent weeks… A plethora of brand spanking new activities of the money-earning variety has been keeping me on my toes and distracted enough to banish any flicker of literary creativity to the most rear of back burners.
(Coupled with the fact that the miserable state of my bank balance has forced me to give considerably less time and attention to non-profit making endeavours – AKA blogging 😦 ).
The postcards have not yet arrived back from the printers, but when they do they will be taking up (hopefully temporary) residence on the proud shelves of Ci Vuole; the Antique/Bits’n’Bobs/Souvenir emporium that has been the most important of my projects over the last three and a half weeks.
Despite the lack of foresight involved in not getting the shop back up and running long before the busy summer season, I am actually very happy with the progress that has been made since being summoned for (unofficial) managerial purposes at the end of June. Local maps, books on local history and the extremely popular one Euro table have joined olive oil soap, pot pourri, candles and an impressive collection of pewter, antique furniture and assorted knick knacks in order to provide tourists and locals with whatever their hearts may desire.
(I am still waiting for the local jams, honeys and other delicacies, still trying to source some tasty Italian sweeties and still trying to decide whether or not to rape my nostrils with a selection of scented candles – the item most requested by seemingly olfactorally-challenged locals).
Slotted in between Ci Vuole opening times, I now also boast some language students, the exact sort I attempted to court two years ago, but who apparently needed the intervening twenty-four months in order to assess whether or not my linguistic credentials were to be trusted.
Teaching this time round is an entirely different ballgame from my experiences eleven years ago in Spain – perhaps because I am not planning it as a full time activity; but probably also because my dubious levels of maturity have since been inadvertently tinged by a degree of patience.
Disconcertingly, I also find myself in the position of having more foreign students wishing to learn Italian than Italians after a smattering of English; but despite owning up to an utterly imperfect grasp of Italian (pun a happy coincidence), they so far profess to be happy with my attempts at imparting the language.
(And who knows, may be the grammar overload will eventually push me into speaking an Italian un-bastardised by the French and Spanish I currently have spinning around up top).
So it is due to the inconveniently time-consuming, but sadly necessary evil known as the acquisition of hard cash that Status Viatoris may suffer from occasional periods of neglect over the following weeks. That said, it (and you) will never be far from my mind and I solemnly promise to splash these pages with fascinating tit bits and gossipy nuggets as and when they occur.
I hope you are all having a wonderful summer and I would just like to send very much love to the fabulous Mr and Mrs F, Status Viatoris readers extraordinaires, and now the proud parents of a simply exquisite baby boy.
and Pooch (who although not busy at all, nevertheless remains singularly disinclined to get off the sofa in order to fulfil his blogging responsibilities).