Genova Weekend

Sunday. Went to Genova yesterday morning instead of staying in Milano for the whole weekend, so I arrived at Dad’s carrying too much luggage for one night and not enough sleep for any city. Tia met me in the afternoon. I haven’t seen her since the last time I was down and within ten minutes it felt normal again, which is one of the things I like about her. She belongs to this part of my life, not Milano. We walked around for ages, bought something to eat and she demanded the complete Yuri report because apparently telephone summaries do not count. Dad made dinner later and asked whether Tia and I had `”solved the world.”` Not quite. We did discuss everybody in it, though. This morning church with Dad, then focaccia, then the sea before my train. I always think I’ll sleep on the journey back and then spend most of it looking out of the window.

Remember me, Eclipse.