Now that the orchestra has taken over I find myself in the curious position of having nothing to do. I was booked for a return flight for Sunday because Andy thought I would be assigned to take care of the supertitles during the performances. Thank Wotan I am not (it's a really boring thing to do). We looked into changing my flight to an earlier date, but it proved too costly. So, I am stranded here for another four days. My hosts, ever hospitable, have no problem with that. I will attend the second dress rehearsal this evening and then both performances.
After a cold, rainy spell it has suddenly warmed up again with temperatures at a balmy 75 today. I decided to head back to Pensacola and enjoyed a near perfect day there. The Pensacola Village area, which abuts the downtown, has many structures from the early 1800's. No fewer than twenty-two buildings are marked as historic landmarks. One wonders how these fragile structures have survived two centuries of hurricanes. It is a delightful residential area. Even the modern section adjoining it is built in the style of the old Creole Bungalows. The Pensacola civic leaders made some wise decisions. The street names belie their Spanish origins, such as Zarragossa, Salamanca, Tarragona and Aragon Streets. After a scrumptious lunch in a cafe overlooking Seville Square I drove over the bay bridge to Santa Rosa Island which fronts the Gulf. The white sands are perfect for a long walk, accompanied by the sound of the crashing surf.
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