Duende!

A few weeks ago I went to the opera. In and around that time I also found a lush mountainous valley and a waterfall.

 The Opera was cat-onized. The Valley was polluted by the noises of bikers, getting their kicks on the mountain highway. The Waterfall was surrounded by irritating picture takers, and rock climbers.

The Waterfall was in Malibu- and too many people go hiking in Malibu and not in the real mountains. Conversely the bikers always go up the mountain, because it is the only place close enough without traffic, and ruin it for everyone else.

The Opera was a good, opera, but it just did not have the production value in it. I think something has been lost in the years of opera production, where the energy just is not there. It was a prim and proper English Kitty opera in German set in Turkey, but on the "Orient Express". The Opera was doomed form the beginning. The stuffy English orient express to an opera that was written by an Austro-Hungarian who is writing the Opera in Italian about Turkey is a contradiction. During the intermission a scarf dressed opera gentlemen scoffed at me, like I was not cutting the jibe at the opera. I told him to go to the dentist.