The guys have been on the GO, but fear not we have NOT lost track of one minute of them as they serenade themselves from one part of Italy to another!
Starting with Roccaraso, Italy…a town in central Italy in the province of L’Aquila in the Abruzzo region…a mere 85 miles from Gianluca’s home town of Montepagano….next on to Turin which is way up north in the Piedmont area, then landing in the lovely town of Bologna where Michele and Barbara are from. You can almost hear every note they are singing or feel every ounce of joy they are expressing when you look at these pictures.
Backdrop for rehearsal in progress.
Looks big enough to be a football field!I’m just sure he is thinking of Marie!
Some pictures need no words.
A gift from artist Domenico Di Cienzo…”we artisans” takes flight.
What a set! Absolute elegance and class.
On the road brotherly love and support.
And how adorable is that little wave from Gianluca?
And the Notte Magica lingers…until we see you again.
Piero and Gianluca enjoy watching Ignazio sing his part. They still do this after all the years of performing together. How endearing is that?
One can never hear this magnificent song too many times.
A recent “pigiama party” where all the guests are hunkered down and doing what millennials do best…using their cell phones, probably on social media sites. Be it in Italy or anywhere, this generation is affixed to their phones. Looking down the road I would say the one in the middle will someday be a world famous opera singer who as a millennial had a stunning career singing with Il Volo, but was still a normal everyday guy who would hang out with his friends when ever he got the chance and just be himself.
Two more humble Italian millennials doing what they do so graciously.
This tender hearted millennial is being honored through the Reuse with love program. With his generous donation an important piece of medical equipment was purchased.
This handsome millennial is at the inauguration at the Castle of Chiaramonte Naro, where an entire room was dedicated to him.
Even the dolphins stand in line to kiss this amazing millennial.
Three extraordinary millennials with their little friend, Jonathon, who is now one of Heaven’s most precious angels.
We love these three millennials as if they were our own. They personify the best of the very best at all times.
Wonderful, wonderful Italy. You opened your arms wide, embraced us like family and you didn’t even know who we were. You explained your love of all things ancient and modern. You shared with us food from sea, land and tree. You showed us amazing shades of green and clear blue. Your culture suited us. Your weather was fine. Your landscapes unbelievable! Your food, well…superb. But your people…your people…I don’t have the words to describe the warmth we encountered from those unforgettable Italian people. No wonder our Boys can’t wait to get home. No wonder the Trevi Fountain is so full of coin. No wonder those of you who have been there desire desperately to return. Haven’t been there? Go now so that you can begin to plan your return trip soon.
To tell all we did and all we saw would certainly fill a book. We went everywhere. We saw everything! We were tired yet ready. Overwhelmed yet willing. And most of all, we wish we could have brought it all home to you, our beloved Crew.
Jane, sitting next to the airplane window just as it was beginning to turn daylight drew my attention to funny looking clouds below. We were still about an hour out of Milan, Italy. Then Jane said, “wait, are those mountains?” Sure enough they were. It was just about then the sun decided to rise. It was orange and it turned the snow on those Swiss Alps a beautiful deep golden color. It took our breath away. We stared in stunned silence afraid to even look away long enough to grab a camera. We were truly transfixed by those snow capped peaks glistening in the gold of our first European sunrise. Oh, It would take a better writer than I to explain to you clearly what that looked like.
We landed in Milan and took the train directly to Venice. Later, dinner while facing the Grande Canal of Venice, we watched striped clad gondoliers at their work gliding down the canal and listened to locals greet each other in that romantic language. I fed bread to a tiny sparrow who jumped on our table to welcome us to beautiful bountiful Italy. Our first dinner was classic spaghetti with meat sauce and a glass of fine Merlot. Later Gelato while strolling narrow stone walkways along the canal. There were church bells outside our ancient brick apartment window at bedtime where we snuggled under down comforters. We have fallen in love with this country and it has taken less than one day.
Day two a stunning lingering breakfast beside the water. We walked along the canal and entered Saint Mark’s Basilica. Photos were banned. I can’t tell you what it looked like. Words fail me. Failed us. Even if I could somehow describe it you wouldn’t believe me. All I could think to do was cry. And so I did. Deep Inside it’s magnificence I lit a candle then cried some more. If God resides inside any church it’s that one.
We rode a gondola at sunset. Our gondolier sang parts of O’ Sole Mio and Volare.
Dinner was 4 cheese Ravioli then Gelato, strawberry this time. One more stroll then it’s off to bed. Tomorrow we go to Assisi.
Come in and share the love of life, friends and Il Volo!