on the road to brion-vega

a moment i've been waiting for since oh-so-long ago, since i first discovered my first signs of genius in my doorstop - all concrete, stepping down...as we drive along the vineyards to this magical place, i can see the terracing hill slopes and wonder if this was the inspiration of a young carlo scarpa...it is so refreshing to see the buildings within their context...to really be witness to the material qualities of things i have been told about now for many years...went out last night with a group to a local pub in verona, there are some very kindred characters here that i am growing to love...hard to imagine that people can bond within 3 weeks...it seems so short and at first i was skeptical of the superficiality of such friendships, but once again my judgements were corrected and put back in their proper places...anyhow, we returned to the hotel mastimo and i attempted to make a phone call, was able to speak/hear a spcial boy for a brief moment before i was cut off...oh well, i know he'll understand...but i must admit yesterday sitting in the piazza erbe, wandering the via mazzini alone, it was nice but his quiet company was surely missed...it really has been a long time since i have enjoyed sharing moments that make our lives real and meaningful, being on this adventure has made me realize that beauty. i find his company and talk causes me to thing upon things in a different manner and oh how i have lacked this necessity in my own bubble for so long. it is nice to feel inspired by someone else, to feel as though 1+1 equals more than just 2...for a long time it was either 1+1=-2 and then even 1+0=barely 1...i like this new found or perhaps re-found sense of being...ok...off to scarpa...