Seattle is finished. Basta cosi.
We heard some wonderful singers today at the Seattle Opera Rehearsal Hall! CB picked us up at o dark 30 at our hotel, whisked us to a FABULOUS coffee shop near the rehearsal space [note: are there any non-fabulous coffee shops in Seattle?!? I mean, really...there are so many wonderful coffee shops that I wonder if there's a crappy Starbucks wanna-be joint anywhere within the city limits. I don't really want to go there, but I am curious to know if it exists...] our darling monitor M shared her precious liebkuchen [from Germany!] DM joined us for a tasty lunch at Mokas (sp?), and my buddy from grad school, LB visited to catch us up on some terribly exciting news. Our last operatic stop-of-the day was with PK and his singers performing a satisfying rendition of Bernstein's Trouble in Tahiti. If all of those things weren't cool enough, we heard some really interesting voices here in the Pacific Northwest. All in all, a great day!
My lovely, loving cousin S took us out on the town this evening for a great dinner at Wild Ginger, a beautiful restaurant with tasty, dare-I-say-it healthy food. It was a great time for me to get to know her a little better, and for her to try to figure out this crazy job I have. It was great fun, and I'm saddened by that fact that it took me so long to see her adopted hometown. Again, my breath is taken away by the kindness of strangers and friends, by the open arms that seems to greet us.
Did you know in Seattle that people will not hit you with their car if you're in the street, but not actually between the lines of a crosswalk? In DC, stepping off of a curb is an invitation for tire-marks and a reevaluation of your life insurance policies. It's really a different way of life in the Pacific Northwest, and it's making me reexamine my priorities. I believe wholeheartedly that life passes too quickly to take anything for granted, but I'm often challenged to live that on a daily basis. It's refreshing, albeit difficult, to take a cold look at the way I live my life, and to compare it to my innermost, most protected and secret ideal. While it's easy for me to live honestly in my dealings with others, I'm challenged to find that level of honestly in my personal life. (and here's the big struggle - if I'm honest with others, but not myself, am I really honest? Oh, can you hear Confucius rolling in his grave at THAT query?!) I'm working on it though: if you're singing for us and struggling, know that you're not the only person in the room who is working to show the world their authentic self. (You're just doing it louder than I am. And in Italian, probably.)
My favorite part of today, besides the good singing and the family reunion and the fab eats? The cabbie who drove us home, and sang along - out of tune and loudly - with Steve Perry and Journey on the radio. After several days of opera, it was just what we needed. Don't Stop Believin', indeed...