
Bongiorno,
It seems that our family's blogging devotion is seriously lacking with no posts for over two weeks. My entire post was just deleted so I am currently retyping it. (I tried to post more Ashland photos but the blog wouldn't upload them).
First of all, there was our trip to Ashland. This year we saw two plays -
The Winter's Tale and
The Diary of Anne Frank. The former wasn't terrific, but you must understand that there is no such thing as a bad show at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. The play itself isn't great, but the acting and production quality were.
Anne Frank was better, but much more tragic; no perfectly happy endings here. The woman who played Anne was wonderful, and so was the rest of the cast. I will never forget that moment the Nazis entered. You could hear people sobbing in the theater at the end, and there was complete silence as everyone left. Because it was the last performance, the actors were visibly affected more than usual, some of them also crying. Afterwards we attended the public talk in another theater that succeds every matinee at the Angus Bowmer. The man who played Mr. Dussel was the man who gave the talk, and it was very interesting to hear his insights. He had gone to Amsterdam before rehearsals started and stayed for a few hours at the miniscule apartment where the Franks and their friends hid for over a year.
Then there was the World Cup final, which we saw while in Ashland, in our hotel. I was rooting for France, mostly because of Zidane, but would not feel
too disappointed with an Italy win because they're one of my favorite teams. Well, after Zidane's shameful red-card departure it didn't matter so much (what was he thinking??!!). It's an awful way for such a great player to go. So in the end I was happy about Italy winning. I was disappointed it had to end in PKs. We had to rush out of the hotel directly after the winning penalty kick or we were going to be late for our play. That night we ate at an Italian restaurant but it didn't matter because there were no Italians working there and the place is not Italian-run. I doubt anyone there even knew that Italy had just won the World Cup. Oh well.
Ciao!

Goalkeeper Gigi Buffon kisses the cup.

Zizou leaves the pitch for the last time.

Italy celebrate a goal.

The goal.

Cute, no?

Making up.