Baby's First Opera

From left to right are Angela (pink sweater), Alex (blue sweater), Sara (glasses) and some stunningly beautiful girl that is no doubt a model visiting from Milan. ....oh i wish.
Here we are at our first opera in Perugia/our lives. While it was not quite what I was expecting (i.e: a scene from Pretty Woman, complete with Richard Gere, a gorgeous red dress and borrowed jewels for the evening (my parents are right, I do watch too much TV)) it was entertaining nonetheless. And through and through it was Italian. The opera was Cinderella, and so of course being girls who grew up in the 1980s we are Disney freaks, and only for the princess movies (Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty etc), none of this Lilo and Stitch bullshit, and so we thought we would be able to follow the plot of the Opera.

We were wrong. As I said, it was most definitely Italian, and reflective of their culture. And so, there was not only one Prince Charming, but TWO! Yes, there were two men with her slippers there to wisk her away, and no doubt would have wisked each other away as well...Italian men are surprisingly touchy feely with each other, though they are very clear that they are not "Ohmosexualll" (homosexual). Anyway, being a one guy kind of girl, as I do hail from the States, which was founded by Puritans, I quickly lost interest in the plot and studied the decor instead, which was gorgeous and marvelous all the -ous adjectives you can think of. As it turns out, Operas are really very long, as in around 4 hours. So I took a little nap...shhh....but no doubt that is what the little opera cublicles are for, so no one can see you. a duh.