Just some updates here…
It was a harrowing weekend for many. Several of you were faithfully posting and responding over the last few days, sending thoughts and prayers to all in Florida.
Well folks, many prayers were answered, and perhaps a few were not, but as far as we know here, no fans, friends, or family members were lost to Irma. Laura was keeping us all up to date on the weather where she was.
There was an instagram photo from Il Volo Miami, of the Miami hospital with torrential wind and rain. I’m guessing they must have been a medical person and had to stay at the hospital.
An update on me….many blessings are certainly upon me and my family. (Chris said perhaps – maybe Ignazio’s blessing is still with me?) 🙂 Both my mother’s and aunt/uncle’s places were spared. My aunt/uncle lost power, but that was all. Mom came home today to find her place was securely intact with both power and water! Others, did not fare so well. All she lost was the tree in front. She said she saw many that lost roofs or their lanais. A friend, just a block or so over from her, lost their roof and their place is now condemned. They had just purchased it a few years ago.
Although many are still without power, things seem to be getting back to normal pretty quickly there in many places, as if nothing had happened. Definitely a lot of pictures of downed trees and beached boats, but miraculously, few reports of deaths. Mom said Publix was already open, however, they had little left.
I’m not sure how many of you saw the post from AAIV, but they will be “slowing down” the news on their site due to personal commitments and other time constraints. Our crew here can certainly understand, as we struggle as well at times. That being said, we are going to keep to the “weekends free” unless something important pops up. This will give our writers a little more time for other things. We will certainly miss AAIV, as they always had very good news and information about the guys. They said they will continue the site and keep it live, but on a limited basis.
Also, a reminder to send your wishes for Igna’s birthday. It is coming up quickly.
The survey site is also still open.
Just a little something to make you smile? How precious is that look on Piero’s face?
Pat and Jane are on a little hiatus right now and they put a few articles in storage and there are a few others in there. I will continue the concert review for Mexico tomorrow and next up is Santo Domingo on September 13. Let’s hope the guys don’t meet with any more natural disasters!
Thank you again for all of your well wishes, prayers, thoughts and inspirations, to keep us all going this last weekend. To especially Loretta, Laura, and Jeanine…
Will keep this one little candle going for one more day. Like the flickering flame, that bobs and bends, it swings and sways, but never goes out, like the love and spirit on this site! One really big extended family!
Ciao a Tutti!
The city of Houston and the rest of Texas USA, is still reeling from the after-effects of Harvey, and yet Irma is heading toward the US now, already devastating much of the Caribbean. The guys have safely landed in Mexico, with Gian posting “clouds.” Katia is now heading toward the southern east coast of Mexico and a week from now, they are heading to Santo Domingo! We pray that all in the paths of these hurricanes (I know there must be many parents and grandparents in the southern states, as well as fans) are kept safe, go to shelters, and heed the warnings. After Harvey, I don’t think anyone is taking chances now. I spoke with my mom, who is on the central Gulf Coast of Florida and I asked her if she was packing. She said yes! I was a bit surprised, but she said she was ready to move to a safer place; they were all waiting to see where the wind blew.
I created a little picture below, depicting the guys singing their hearts out and blowing away the hurricanes from all of their tour area, so no concerts are cancelled. There would not be many things more devastating than to survive the hurricane, but have the concert cancelled! (I’m sure the Boston fans are still very saddened…) (forgive me if I am a little off on the actual locations in Mexico, but I think I’m pretty close!)
Sing strong and loud and fiercer than these storms! We know you can! Blow them back to sea where they belong! Amen.
(thank you and credit to owners of photos and AccuWeather for map pictures!)
Thank you all for your continued support of this site! Let’s look forward to an amazing Latin American tour!
p.s. look for some more changes and surprises to be coming through….we will be changing with the winds of time….
Marylu, a friend of Daniela’s, has given us her story of her first ever Meet and Greet! Marylu, you are among friends here who know exactly what it’s like to angst over getting ready to meet these adorable young men face to face only to go speechless in their presence! Been there…done that!! Your photo is lovely!
A few days ago, the photos of the Meet & Greet of the Pula concert were published. Of course I was very curious to see what the camera had captured of all of my previous existential torment and before archiving DEFINITELY the subject, I would like to share some considerations.
I say I expected worse. However, in the photo you clearly see my falsely serene expression, and a faded smile (and patience if at that precise moment I remember having had a moment of pure joy but I obviously guarded jealously without letting it leap out) . On the other hand I notice the Ordinary Sun Smile in Ignatius’s face and these are satisfactions.
Inspired by the painting “Girl with a pearl earring” and sorry if it is a little, I would like to give the title to the photo “The girl (old) with the earring (that’s enough). In the sense that I had only one: the other was quietly on my bedroom’s furniture. Yes, because I had a last-minute setback, I had to prepare for the concert in just a few minutes. And in a hurry, as I was trying to do three things together, as often happens to us multitasking women, I thought it good to wear only one, without obviously realize: being confused at the end of the evening had already started home unfortunately! When I arrived at the destination someone made it known to me, but I did not give too much importance. I could at least have taken off the surviving earring before the fateful moment we know, but honestly, I had other things to think about. For example how to control anxiety growing ..
And what about the look in general ?! Always in the hurry I wore the first thing that came to my hand (it always says so ..) Now I do not say a dress for evening, of which there is no trace in my wardrobe, even to look scrupulously , but at least the minimum trade union for these cases: an elegant dress, some makeup, a visit from the hairdresser, maybe a heel shoe! Zero of all this: I also wore a pair of old dancers, even tuned to the rest of the clothing, and well that they do not see in the picture.
But how? I say … Do I get the chance of life, even though I do not know, and I am totally inadequate? Morale says: never give anything for granted in life. Better find yourself ready always, you never know what awaits you at the end of the night: in the future at least have shoes with the heel always on foot, without losing sight of any chronic backache, and a last look also escaped the mirror before leaving home for remedies of the last moment.
Returning to the earring, now that I also think Ignazio uses only one: that I did it to unconsciously attract his attention? .. Who can say it? It could be a hypothesis with a certain foundation !!
After the release of this entertaining meeting, I and Marylu exchanged a couple of comments.
Daniela = I saw you, you were fine, and the solitary earring seemed beautiful. But instead I wonder, there is a cross of arms behind you, but of course everyone comes out their hands, your no, is over under Ignazio’s t-shirt?
Marylu = Daniela do not put your finger in the sore !! Do not say below but at least over the t-shirt !! I swear … I have a total void. One thing really embarrassing, not to believe. I remember that as Eliana finished taking the picture, I turned to Ignazio and wondered, but before I kissed him? Because he looked at me how to say .. but does this woman not say hello to me? She makes all this confusion and then she does not even kiss me !!
In doubt I let go .. do not let me think, I feel bad again
Translated by Daniela with Marylu’s permission.
Credit to owner of photo.
Wow – it’s been a year already! Where does the time go? We’ve had an incredible year, the guys are enjoying their time off and the Latin Tour awaits. Saw them 3 times this year – certainly not enough!
(thank you to those that have answered the survey from Tuesday – let’s get some more answers! So far there are over 100 responses!) 🙂
Ciao a tutti! Ok, this might be even a little longer than normal, but I think I if I didn’t have all the details in here, some would be upset! 🙂 Here’s the inside scoop…
Lorna and I had barely been back a week from Italy and on July 14, Chris and I received the email to volunteer for the upcoming pledge drive at PBS. A quick check on Aug 24 said it was a live event – YES! Il Volo was coming! We quickly signed up to work the phones as we did last year, not knowing how things were going to go and we wanted to be sure we were there. Later that afternoon, we received the official email from Michelle Gaisser at PBS. Per Il Volo management, there were only to be 35 tickets available for sale at a cost of $350 a ticket! Oh no, our odds just dipped! She announced they would go on sale on July 26 at 10a sharp and enclosed the website link to the PBS site. Wow, there were over 10 of us in our little group. What if we all didn’t get tickets? Operation “get tickets” went into motion! Of course, we went to the website and as she had said, there was nothing there yet. We later found out this email went to about 250 persons. Our odds of getting tickets were getting slimmer by the moment. Ok, we quickly mobilized the troupes and our plan went into action on the morning of July 26. Ginny and Lorna were at Jana’s with fingers ready on the keyboards at 9:55am. Chris was at work and unable to order, so Ginny had her info. Donna went to Sharon’s, so they could help each other. Sherry was at home, at the ready, too! I was at the office, behind closed doors, waiting nervously for the laptop I had borrowed to strike 10am! I had preset the link to the website on the computer. I believe we all did. All we had to do was hit refresh, and boom, order as fast as our fingers allowed! We all agreed we would sign on and order at least 2 tickets so everyone in our group would be able to go. If there was a chance someone didn’t get tickets, we would work it out.
Ok, it was 10a – refresh! Refresh!! Refresh!! Wait, it wasn’t working, I was starting to panic and break out in a cold sweat! I quickly emailed Michelle and said it wasn’t working. Plan B. I went back to the original email, on my phone and clicked on the link! Presto! It worked, by then it was at least 5 after 10a and I was in panic mode. I quickly chose 2 tickets, that said that was our limit, put in my information and voila! It said I was confirmed for 2 tickets! Yea! I quickly texted the others and said I had 2 tickets. Oh, no, Sharon and Donna could not connect. I told them to go back to the original email, said they did, but that didn’t work. Ok, I told Sharon to send me her info ASAP and I would try to order them. She sent the info and I believe I got the last 2 tickets, from what I heard later. By about 10:20a, the tickets were sold out. We later learned that Lorna had gotten 4 tickets. So, between the 5 of us, we had gotten 12 tickets!! Just about 1/3 of the tickets were ours!
As usual, the anticipation grew, and clothes were getting chosen. OK, fast-forward…..August 24th!
It was a beautiful day, however there was a threat of rain in the forecast. We all met at my apartment (Ignazio’s Blessing – lol!) and took off shortly after 4:30p. A group of us, about 15 or so, met at Antonio’s the night before for a meet/greet/celebration of our own.
It was to start at 6:30p. After almost a 1.5 hour car ride out to Wixom from Dearborn, while dodging a few rain showers, we finally arrived about 6:15p. We got our badges, mingled a bit and took a few pictures. At just about 6:30p, they led us to the dining area. The food was all set up and waiting for us and the wine on the tables. We were table #1. There were 7 of us sitting at a table for ten. Mingled some more and took more pictures. Had a glass of wine. It was really warm in there and it wasn’t the wine! There appeared to be something wrong with the A/C! (Chris and I later found out on Sunday, while we were volunteering that the guys were too cold and they asked to turn off the air. A room full of 40 year-old plus women and they turn the air off!) Dinner was pretty good; better than last year. It was a little after 7:30p and we were anxiously awaiting for 8p to get there. Finally, about 7:55p or so, Il Volo security announced we could not personally give them any gifts we brought, but we had to put them on a table and they would take them to them. That was very disappointing for everyone. But at least they will get them and I could get rid of those t-shirts! They started calling the tables about 8:10p – late again. We were told they were rehearsing and on a tight schedule. However, they called table 3 first! That was ok though, I didn’t really want to be first. We ended up being the 3rd table to be called. There were 4 tables.
We went in and it was nothing like last year. It was dull and almost sterile. They didn’t allow the others to stay in the room. They were ushering you out as soon as you were done. However, I did stay as I had put my bag on the floor and went back to get it and then stayed until our group was finished.
The guys were just standing up there, kind of looking bored, no presents, no fun, no extra lights. Red carpet, but dull and boring beige backdrop for pictures. We had nametags on and Gianluca was calling out everyone’s name, kind of announcing us – that was nice.
I was next. “Jana!” “Gianluca!” I exclaimed. I excitedly walked up to them, clutching my book and bear. I asked Gian and Piero to sign my book and Igna to sign my bear. After they signed my items, I brought them all close to me and told them all that I saw them in both the Florence and Verona concerts. They seemed mildly amused that I had attended both concerts. I told Gian we went to Montepagano and how much we loved it. I told Piero how perfect he always was and he grinned broadly. I told Igna how awesome his note was in Per Te Ci Saro in Verona and he loved that as well. I then gave them all a hug and was time for the pictures.
Snap! Poof Scree-eech wait, rewind….!!
Sadly, that was how I wished it had gone!
Here is what really happened… I may have to turn in my official membership card (and I have one lol!) after I ashamedly admit the true story….
Some of it was true…. I was excited to walk up there, a bit nervous, but not too bad. I had already seen them up close and personal 3 or 4 times already this year! I handed Gian and Piero my book and asked them to sign it, then turned to Igna and asked him if he would sign my bear. He did seem to grin a bit at the picture, but signed it no questions asked… I did tell Igna that I had gone to Italy and was at both the Florence and Verona concerts. I think he said, “yeah?” At least I think he looked at me with questioning eyes? Then I had to tell him that I had to go 4,400 miles to hear them sing Per Te Ci Saro and that I/we were very sad they didn’t sing it in the United States. I felt so bad, I really did, because of his reaction – “yes,” he said, “we, know…” Then, I just turned around and said, ok, now what, and they said “look here” and took our picture. I then put my arm around Igna’s waist and said to him that Alessandra was beautiful and I hoped they were happy together. He said thank you with a little smile. I wanted him to feel a little better after I made him sad… I started to walk away and realized that I was missing the cap from my pen, so turned around and Piero had it. I took the cap, looked into beautiful eyes and said “grazie!” I then went down the red carpet to gather my bag… Marie put my picture that Chris took up on the site, so you can see that. (the other professional pictures have not been posted yet)
Yes, that was it – no hugs – at all, unless you count my arm around Ignazio! I hang my Flight Crew head in shame! Others were more successful than I – getting hugs and selfies, even, with Gianluca! Well, I guess I have to keep doing this until I get it right! Next time, I’m going to write everything down so I don’t forget it.
I WANT A DO-OVER!!!
Then it was back in the dining area for some dessert and coffee and the raffle prize giveaway. We also sang Happy Birthday to Mary to celebrate her 87th birthday! Some lucky lady won a HUGE signed poster of the guys. That same gracious lady, gave it to Mary, for her birthday! Mary was tickled – but how was she going to get it home to Minnesota!? I heard today she had it shipped UPS.
It was really roasting in there and suddenly the air seemed to kick in, I felt a cooler breeze every so often. Finally, 9:30p and the show was already starting. They gave us a lecture, yet again, on cameras, videoing (we could not), when we could take pictures, etc. That was a bummer! Ok, we got to go into the studio. The guys were sitting behind the desk, all prim and proper. They really HAD matured since last year. But they were also pretty tired. I knew, first hand, how exhausted they must feel, as Lorna and I were on the exact same flight they were from Rome to Detroit. I remember, about the 2nd day home, it really hit me about 8 or 9p and I wanted to just collapse. They all had coffee in front of them! Everyone always says, “oh, they are young…” but when jet lag hits, you can’t help it! Another lecture on when you could take pictures – only when he said we could, so many of the pictures you see are almost identical, except for the possible angle. Or for those that snuck pictures, somehow, when security wasn’t looking! I see there were a few of those pictures out on Facebook… I may have snuck a few also, but my new camera made a lot of noise and they threatened (and already did) take someone’s camera away if they took pictures when they weren’t supposed to! I wasn’t taking any chances. There were only about 3 or 4 times we could take pictures during the whole 1.5 hours of taping. Very disappointing. And to top it off, the guys did not MOVE from their chairs behind that desk until the very end. I was so looking forward to that this year, since Chris and I were stuck on the phones last year.
They had a different gal this year doing the interviewing – oh good, we thought. Maybe she won’t screw up their names! What were we thinking? Agggghhh! She introduces Il Volo – “here we are with GianlucO, Piero, and Ig – naz – io!” Ugh, you should have heard the audience groan! I’m still surprised you did not hear it on the taping! She screwed up their names a few more times, we kept trying to tell those in charge to stop butchering their names. At one point, one of the security persons asked the audience, how many think she is messing up their names? Just about everyone raised their hands – I’m thinking now, those on the end didn’t because maybe they didn’t hear him? I raised BOTH my hands!! Finally, please, someone tell her!! Shortly after that, they started doing these promos for different cities. They went into their old routine of “I’m Gianluca, I’m Piero, and I’m Ignazio, and we are Il Volo!” Ah, finally, after about 10 times of doing this, we figured she’d get it right!? Like, why didn’t they do that in the first place?? Well, after that, I think she was too afraid to say any of their names, but did, finally, get Gianluca’s name right! I think she even screwed up Piero, but I’m not sure how. Such an embarrassment for PBS. I think the guys thought it was funny. Once or twice, even Ignazio said “GianlucO” with great emphasis on the “O” part. Lol! Good ol’ Igna – I hope she got the hint!
Ok, they did a few retakes and a few more promos. Finally, they were coming out from behind the barrier of the desk and coming toward us. Gianluca made a few donors happy, as I saw him with the headphones on. Ignazio must have really wanted to get out of there and he was coming down first. Ok, maybe I can get my membership card reinstated here, maybe…. I was being bold, not my usual style, and stood out in the aisleway, waiting for him to get near me. I called out to him and then he stood still, and took my hand and shook it. Ok, no hug, but his soft, cool hands, were nice. He held his one hand over mine, as I shook his other one. So sweet. I told him, “if you see t-shirts, they are from me…” Ok, he said, and he walked away, out the door… Then Gianluca finally got near. Lorna had her moment cut short, so security promised her a few extra minutes with the guys. Gianluca came by and he purposely stopped him so she could take a picture with him. We finally convinced her to stand up, and she did. I tried to get his attention afterward, but it was a no go. Sadly, I was not able to tell him we went to Montepagano. And he walked out. Ok, Piero was last and the ladies up front were keeping him close. He was finally walking toward me and I took my big chance…I reached out to him and the guard was just about to push me away when he heard me say “I’ve never had a hug from Piero!” Ah, my saving grace, he backed off and I got a small hug from the deep, tenor, himself. Even though it lasted just a few seconds, he was sweet. He kept walking down the aisle, getting hugs from all the ladies on the ends. And then, they were gone! That was it, that was our “mingling with the audience” we were promised, by PBS!
Needless to say, we were quite disappointed. They really sat up there like bumps on a log, pretty much the entire night. No cutting up like last year. Maybe Barbara had warned them this time? Every so often the guys were really watching their performance. I opted to sit in the back row so I could stand up and take pictures without bothering anyone and of course, everyone else stood up in front of me! I got a few shots, but nothing great. Others were able to take better pictures that I’ve seen on FaceBook. I think the coffee may have finally taken effect near the end of the program and once in a while, Ignazio would sing a little phrase here and there from Mamma, or some other song. I’m sure it was just to stay awake! Like, that’s how boring it was!
One cute little tidbit… a few days before the show, a select few were emailed and asked to give some questions to ask the guys. Wow, ok, that was cool. Chris was one of the select few and she forwarded the email to me. I submitted 5 questions. They said there was no guarantee they would use them. Well, lo and behold, they actually used 2 of my questions! One, directly aimed at Gianluca… ”Being the only baritone of the group, how was it different, or was it any different to prepare for the concert for the 3 Tenors?” Well, I was tickled when I heard that – didn’t realize it until I was watching it the next night, as we couldn’t hear a thing in the audience. He gave a really strange answer and did not even really answer it. He said he sang this song by so-and-so and he was a tenor (I guess?), so in literally so many words, I guess he said he didn’t really have to prepare any differently? The other question I asked was, “if you could tell the fans anything, what would you tell them?” That was even the more oddest answer (I know that’s not good English, but Gianluca’s answer was bizarre!) Something about wanting to bring opera to young people? I really have to go watch it again.
I was happy to hear Ignazio say he was interested in studying more opera – him being such the “pop” guy and all? And, I’m saving the best for last, this was not on the program….THEY ARE COMING BACK! In MARCH, to Detroit!
Yes, this hand will reach for her credit card, once again! Do you think I can get it right next time? Let’s wait and see!
p.s. well, as many of you know, I did get to do a “do-over” when they came back in March, and it was perfect.
A PRESTO, IL VOLO! Ciao!
The above link has 10 short questions on it. Let’s hear from you! I will leave this open for several days and post the answers in the next few weeks. All questions are optional and anonymous, unless you give us your name. Last name not required. 🙂
Hope everyone is having a great summer. August is quickly passing us by, but the sooner it goes, the sooner they will come back to us!
Us crew members here are really liking the weekends off in August. How about you?
Anyone go on any exciting summer getaways? I just went to Florida to see my mom in July. I know a certain person just got back from Sicily? 🙂 Where are you heading?
Wherever you go, stay cool with Italian Ice or gelato, and stay safe and be aware of your surroundings.
Ciao! Please take the survey, it will be fun! 🙂
Astrid also wrote us back in June and I’m just now getting to it!
It’s a lovely story! 🙂
So, I’m back! My very first Il Volo concert in Düsseldorf, Germany! We had tropical temperatures on concert day and thunder showers on the way to the concert! Hi, you all, here’s Astrid from Bavaria and here’s my Il Volo experience for you to read…
My tour was a three-day trip to Düsseldorf. Wednesday arrival, 2 hours shopping, then a sprint to the hotel, to skype with my Mom, who didn’t believe we could do it at all in my Il Volo week. She lives in North Carolina in a nursing home and we meet every week and chat a few hours, thanks to skype! She was tickled pink to see me sitting in my hotel room and is excited to hear my story come Thursday, when we skype again as usual, me in the kitchen, she in the library! After seeing Mom was all right, I called my family and showed them I was well taken care of, where I was. One duty left, call to an old friend of the family, I saw last time about 16 years ago, that lives in Wuppertal, near Düsseldorf; she was on the Agenda for Friday! Thursday, a beautiful hot day. I decided to go sight-seeing and go to the Rhein-water, perfect by those Italian temperatures outside. Boy was it hot! Also, it was a holiday and the whole of Düsseldorf seemed to be on the way to the water. I went for a cooling boatride and walked around a bit looking at the beautiful sites offered. Before I went back to the hotel to get ready for the concert and meet my new friends, of course Ilvolovers, I decided to find the location, so it would be easier when in a rush in the evening.
After a long ride to and from the Mitsubishi Hall, it was time to get ready. This evening, I not only met Il Volo, I also was going to finally see my new friends. Twins, about my age, that I got into contact over my search of fellow German Ilvolovers, going to this concert. They had made reservations at an Italian Restaurant for us all and we’d meet on the train – so the plan. Ready to go, I was braked down by a thunder shower. So back to the hotel room, snatch my umbrella and down and out it goes in my sandals, hopping from one puddle to the other. I was overdue to catch that train, we would meet in! Got there just in time and…the train was late due to whatever… Finally on it, I had no clue where my red-headed friends were, so I messaged, we’d meet when we get off the train-it was still pouring cats and dogs, by the way! Well, the end of it, they were on the next train and I was running around like a headless chicken, trying to find them in the rain. We fell in each others arms, when we finally got a hold of each other and couldn’t stop talking and laughing, and decided it was time to go search for that Italian Restaurant.
(My new family members, thanks to Il Volo-Sylvia and Iris, to lovely soulmates of mine that I met through our love to il volo and their wonderful Music!!!)
Sylvia was the guide and Iris and I followed giving helping (or not helping) hints to which could be the right way. Sylvia, officially now, the perfect Navigator, kept us on track and we got there in perfect time to have a lovely first dinner together. Did I mention, I brought us work while waiting for the best pizza I had ever eaten, but first a drink and a picture of our wonderful Notte Magica! You know, I was shopping on Wednesday evening. I got presents for the boys and Barbara, who had her birthday a few days before. I had bought shoes for all four of them-chocolate shoes. They were gorgeous! Sorry, I forgot to take a picture of them… Barbara’s shoe was a Pump, I think red, the guys had three different colored football (soccer) shoes, one red, one blue, one golden; each in a pretty gift box, with cards, high heel all made of chocolate and the boys the same, except theirs were football shoes. Sylvia wrote the cards and Iris and I dictated. We wrote in Italian and English as my new friends are learning Italian, guess why…?! Just in time for pizza, we got the gift bags finished and packed away! That’s Teamwork!!!
About 7:30 we and our bags got back to the location, talking, singing and giggling like teenagers. They were so sweet, happy to be with me at my very first concert with the boys. Thanks to the resolute Sylvia, we got the gift bags through security and I still admire how this red head always manages to make problems vanish like dust. They brought me to my seat and we wished each other a wonderful Notte Magica! I felt like I had ants in my pants, I was so excited-did I mention 1st ROW!!! What shall I say, they came and the first notes, I was all over with goose bumps!!! What power, energy, charisma and feeling in every word they sing. You just want to melt away… People, I tried my best to record most of the songs, for me, for you, but it was hard not just to sit, enjoy and go with the crowds roaring! It was amazing, strangers became friends, fellows, I just can’t describe it! As always, as they say, it was over much too soon.
I did catch Barbara on the sidelines and was allowed to give her her present at one part of the concert, personally, as I was sitting at the left end of the front row and saw her during the concert, as she watched the boys from there. I checked with the guard in front and he gave his OK; to give her her gift right then. I even got a hug from her, she was very sweet. Well, as I said, Barbara got hers first and after the concert, I put the other three on stage and Gianluca took them off.
Got an unexpected hug from her and changed a few words, quietly congratulating her. Gianluca’s father was on the sides, too, making fotos for his posts of the concert. Then we were on our way out, my friends and I went back to my hotel and had a last drink and talk about it all. All three of us had noticed, how tired and worn out the boys seemed to be, when not directly singing. We are worried about their health-guys, they are touring 8 years, now. The fun and play of the teenie years is gone. Wait there’s more, now it gets personally even more exciting! Friday, day of the Hamburg concert, my day for a reunion with a very good friend, almost a sister for me. Drove to the train station and noticed, I’m again going to miss this train, because I have health problems. My feet were on the go the past days almost non-stop and they were reminding me painfully, I’m no spring chicken anymore, no, I’m 62!!! They were swollen every day more and I had every day changed shoes to relieve the painful rubbed open spots.
Today, I was really wearing comfy sandals, but it didn’t help, I needed to get some socks to get me through this last long day without getting knocked out. As I missed the train, I searched for an info station, to get me on the right track again. Guys, guess who I met there by chance–Piero and his Dad!!! They couldn’t find the right track to Hamburg for the last concert in Germany that evening, as you know. I was baffled, but took a quick pic, before they went off to track 17A. After my legs and my brain functioned again, I started following them to that track, in the hope of-what?! Yes, there they were, Piero, his Dad, Gianluca-on the phone, Ignazio, Barbara, the Maestro and somebody I didn’t know. And here I stood, swollen feet and all mixed up, upset, brainless, I just looked at them and saw our 3 wonderful young men, tired, worn out and all I could say is, when will you all finally get some rest and recreation-you need it so badly?
Lovely Barbara, sweet as ever, was gently stroking Igna over the cheek, wiping away his concerns… just have to love her for these small gestures!
Barbara recognized me from the evening before and told Igna I was the lady with the shoes for them all and half-heartedly asked if I’d like a selfie with them…of course I would have, who wouldn’t, but they didn’t react, maybe not heard her. So, at least I stole me a few pics of the boys, said farewell, wished them all the best for the concert and the future and left to go to my train…and I started to cry,,,it was just too much at one time, I guess!
After all of us were back home, I got a mail from Sylvia and Iris, they intended to send the Maestro flowers, because we had enjoyed the concert so much and realized that the boys always get a lot of gifts in some ways, but the Maestro and the orchestra deserved an honoration, too. Especially, since Maestro Diego also has his birthday in July.
So Sylvia contacted a flower shop in Vienna and ordered a box of roses-red, with three white ones in the middle. The florist wanted to be certain that these flowers would be taken over at 6 P.M. when they would be delivered. Sylvia called up at the location and found out, that they would not do it, because of security matters… The florist couldn’t believe this, because he also delivers UNO City and the Atomic Institut and he was known as secure enough to do this, just not for the Maestro’s flowers, evidently!
Sylvia and I tried every single day to find someone that was responsible and would make this flower delivery happen. No answers back… This afternoon, Sylvia called someone in Italy and after a bit of a back and forth again, she got hold of someone called Alessandra from the Management with hotel name and a yes, for delivery of the flowers for the Maestro, tomorrow morning! Now, we three are relieved and curious if that really will happen, that these ‘dangerous’ flowers get to their recipient!!!
This is my story. It took me the whole of my ‘Notte Magica’ CD to write it and now I feel sad again after writing the last experience down.
Oh Astrid, we all know how you feel! But it will now be here forever and you can come back and read it any time! Thank you so much for sharing your story and what a lovely thought to send the roses to the Maestro with the 3 white ones!! Simply perfetto! 🙂