[The hiker couple is seated in Joe and Leda's kitchen with Martha bringing coffee to them]
Young Joe: You guys, uh, look like you've been going a while.
Male Hiker: Yes. Since April. Amazing.
Female Hiker: Grazie. (Thanks)
Young Joe: Can I ask, how old are you?
Male Hiker: Forty-two.
Young Joe: [Chuckles] Oh, my God. Life is so different without kids.
Male Hiker: I have kids. I have three kids. Twelve, nine and seven. They are in London with their mother.
Young Leda: So you ran away together?
Male Hiker: I guess we did.
Female Hiker: Yes, we did. Hmm. We are obliged to do so many stupid things. From childhood, even.
Young Leda: Obliged?
Female Hiker: Yes. What happened to us is the only thing that's happened to me since I was born that makes sense.
Young Leda and Female Hiker: [Singing in Italian] E prima di uscire (and before going out) da questa santa porta (from this holy door) proviama un'altra volta (try it another time) su e giu per il (up and down the...) [Leda sustains note] cammin...! (...path) [Female hiker chuckles and clinks glass with Young Leda with Young Joe clapping]
Female Hiker: Brava, brava! (good, good) [Young Leda reaches over to hug the female hiker hug and kisses her] Your Italian is so beautiful!
Young Leda: Oh.
Female Hiker: So feminine!
Young Joe: Leda's the most extraordinary scholar of modern Italian literature.
Young Leda: Jesus, Joe. I studied translation, yeah. And comparative literature.
Female Hiker: What are you working on?
Young Leda: Uh... I'm barely working.
Young Joe: Uh, she's working on a Yeats translation
Male Hiker: Yeats?!
Young Leda: No.
Male Hiker: In Italian? That's... that is like [gestures using Bianca's hands] chocolate on chocolate!
Young Joe: Huh?
Bianca: [Clandestinely] Il gelo dell'ala sorta cade lungo il mio corpo
Female Hiker: Wow. [Bianca plays with female hiker's hair] Wow.
Male Hiker: What is that?
Bianca: Don't know.
Young Leda: It's Auden. "Chill of the crooked wing falls down along my body". It's ridiculous. It's just something I taught them.
Female Hiker: È bello. [Extends hand to Young Leda who embraces it] Brava. Wow. [Chuckles]
Young Joe: You guys, uh, look like you've been going a while.
Male Hiker: Yes. Since April. Amazing.
Female Hiker: Grazie. (Thanks)
Young Joe: Can I ask, how old are you?
Male Hiker: Forty-two.
Young Joe: [Chuckles] Oh, my God. Life is so different without kids.
Male Hiker: I have kids. I have three kids. Twelve, nine and seven. They are in London with their mother.
Young Leda: So you ran away together?
Male Hiker: I guess we did.
Female Hiker: Yes, we did. Hmm. We are obliged to do so many stupid things. From childhood, even.
Young Leda: Obliged?
Female Hiker: Yes. What happened to us is the only thing that's happened to me since I was born that makes sense.
Young Leda and Female Hiker: [Singing in Italian] E prima di uscire (and before going out) da questa santa porta (from this holy door) proviama un'altra volta (try it another time) su e giu per il (up and down the...) [Leda sustains note] cammin...! (...path) [Female hiker chuckles and clinks glass with Young Leda with Young Joe clapping]
Female Hiker: Brava, brava! (good, good) [Young Leda reaches over to hug the female hiker hug and kisses her] Your Italian is so beautiful!
Young Leda: Oh.
Female Hiker: So feminine!
Young Joe: Leda's the most extraordinary scholar of modern Italian literature.
Young Leda: Jesus, Joe. I studied translation, yeah. And comparative literature.
Female Hiker: What are you working on?
Young Leda: Uh... I'm barely working.
Young Joe: Uh, she's working on a Yeats translation
Male Hiker: Yeats?!
Young Leda: No.
Male Hiker: In Italian? That's... that is like [gestures using Bianca's hands] chocolate on chocolate!
Young Joe: Huh?
Bianca: [Clandestinely] Il gelo dell'ala sorta cade lungo il mio corpo
Female Hiker: Wow. [Bianca plays with female hiker's hair] Wow.
Male Hiker: What is that?
Bianca: Don't know.
Young Leda: It's Auden. "Chill of the crooked wing falls down along my body". It's ridiculous. It's just something I taught them.
Female Hiker: È bello. [Extends hand to Young Leda who embraces it] Brava. Wow. [Chuckles]
[ The hiker couple is seated in Joe and Leda's kitchen with Martha bringing coffee to them ]
Young Joe : You guys, uh, look like you've been going a while.
Male Hiker : Yes. Since April. Amazing.
Female Hiker : Grazie. (Thanks)
Young Joe : Can I ask, how old are you?
Male Hiker : Forty-two.
Young Joe : [ Chuckles ] Oh, my God. Life is so different without kids.
Male Hiker : I have kids. I have three kids. Twelve, nine and seven. They are in London with their mother.
Young Leda : So you ran away together?
Male Hiker : I guess we did.
Female Hiker : Yes, we did. Hmm. We are obliged to do so many stupid things. From childhood, even.
Young Leda : Obliged?
Female Hiker : Yes. What happened to us is the only thing that's happened to me since I was born that makes sense.
Young Leda and Female Hiker : [ Singing in Italian ] E prima di uscire (and before going out) da questa santa porta (from this holy door) proviama un'altra volta (try it another time) su e giu per il (up and down the...) [ Leda sustains note ] cammin...! (...path) [ Female hiker chuckles and clinks glass with Young Leda with Young Joe clapping ]
Female Hiker : Brava, brava! (good, good) [ Young Leda reaches over to hug the female hiker hug and kisses her ] Your Italian is so beautiful!
Young Leda : Oh.
Female Hiker : So feminine!
Young Joe : Leda's the most extraordinary scholar of modern Italian literature.
Young Leda : Jesus, Joe. I studied translation, yeah. And comparative literature.
Female Hiker : What are you working on?
Young Leda : Uh... I'm barely working.
Young Joe : Uh, she's working on a Yeats translation
Male Hiker : Yeats?!
Young Leda : No.
Male Hiker : In Italian? That's... that is like [ gestures using Bianca's hands ] chocolate on chocolate!
Young Joe : Huh?
Bianca : [ Clandestinely ] Il gelo dell'ala sorta cade lungo il mio corpo
Female Hiker : Wow. [ Bianca plays with female hiker's hair ] Wow.
Male Hiker : What is that?
Bianca : Don't know.
Young Leda : It's Auden. "Chill of the crooked wing falls down along my body". It's ridiculous. It's just something I taught them.
Female Hiker : È bello. [ Extends hand to Young Leda who embraces it ] Brava. Wow. [ Chuckles ]
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