The Urbino Project of 2019 è finito.
Closing up shop, boxing equipment in the basement classrooms of the beautiful old Corboli building, I feel a sadness more stinging than the loss of the car keys or wallet (not mine, for the record) on last night’s trip to Riccione. (We had a four-course feast past 10 and moon rise on the beach at Ristorante Mariscos, conducted by our Sugar Cafe friend, Giovanni Garbugli, who demonstrated beach bocci for us.)
That was a fine farewell last night. It began with our traditional Raffie Awards ceremony in the giant brick tomb of the Sala del Maniscalco, below the palace wall. Michael and I were The Sopranos – our one chance to show off the only saxophones we could carry on a plane. The students didn’t seem impressed.
I think they were too excited about the Raffies, our version of the Oscars. Statuettes of Raphael’s head and shoulders were given out. First, nominees were announced. Then the winners: Best multimedia text story, best multimedia photo story, best multimedia video, best multimedia package, best magazine text story, best magazine picture, and magazine cover.
Nearly four weeks ago, when the students heard about the Raffies, Alli Baxter told me she and Liza (whom I was mentoring and editing for their shepherd/sheepdog/pecorino stories) want to win a Raffie to make me proud.