Life is a Cabaret

“What good is sitting alone in your room?  Come hear the music play!”

This week in the heart of Tuscany, there was a cabaret.


There were lights. There was music.  There were singers.  There were dancers.


There was even a magician.  He was really great.  Okay, I’m a little biased.


Scotty Walsh happens to be married to me and the daddy of our little girl Lulu, who was called on stage to take part in the century old hilarious trick “Boy, Girl and Eggs.”  Lulu selected a boy from the audience who happened to be Lowie, the son of our new Belgian friends Peter and Inge.  Magician Scotty produces more than a dozen eggs from the air, hands them to the girl, who then must hand them to the boy.  But, of course, the children soon realize that there’s no way to safely hold so many eggs, and they watch helplessly as the eggs slide out from the boy’s grasp and smash on the floor.    The crowd roared with laughter.

I, in particular, was smiling and laughing too; not only because we had done as the famous song commands, and gotten out of our rooms and come to the cabaret, but that, unlike any other cabaret, I had seen before, we were under the stars, in a 500-year-old piazza in a medieval walled town in Italy.

Life indeed, can be a cabaret.

Ciao and baci!  Gina


P.S.  You don’t have to go as far as Italy, but when was a time when you got out of your own “room,” so to speak, and afterward was so glad that you did?!


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