Music makes me happy

So I'm discovering how fast my days go by. I feel like I never get done what I plan to get done. Only about 40 % of what I plan actually gets done. It's because I plan on American time, but I live in Italy.

Yesterday I went out to see some friends I made about a week ago. I went to where they normally stand, but they weren't there. Meanwhile I get stopped by some guy who asks me to donate money to a hospital. So I give him my money, and then he stops a guy with a guitar. I hear the guy say that he has class and doesn't have time to stop. There is a music conservatory a couple of blocks from my apartment, so I wondered if he was heading that way. Mind you, I really want to get in to this conservatory. So what do I do?? I definitely follow the guy to see if he goes to the conservatory, and he does! Except I didn't talk to him, because then that would be creepy since I followed him. But I see a sign posted for some guitar thing happening in the Galleria today. It made me happy, so I planned to go.

Well of course I didn't wake up on time to be there for 10 this morning. That is when the poster said it started. I got there at 10:40. Did I miss anything? Nope, because it hadn't started. It finally started at around 11. I ventured off because I heard some other music playing and I heard drums. It was ghetto though. Truly ghetto. Like, not St. Martinville ghetto, more like Breaux Bridge ghetto. I wanted to go play with them, but I restrained myself.

Anyway, the guitar thing started and it ended up being this get together of 20 men or so, with guitars and mandolins. They did all these Napoletano songs, that everyone around knew, which turned in to a whole bunch of people singing. It was fun, but I couldn't understand anything because no one speaks Italian.

Then I remembered I had other things planned and I was already an hour behind what I thought I would be. So I left, and so you see, that life in Italy is never on time. BUT music makes me happy!