MAYA SIBUL
DE&REA ST&ING
ISABELLA SARNOFF
LA BELLISSIMA
“YOU SHOULDN’T love things that don’t love you back,” I say as I stare at the back of my naked hand. Earlier, my gold ring slipped to the bottom of the pool and I muse over it all afternoon. I splash in a mosaic pool surrounded by the four tangerine stucco walls of La Posada Doña Lala, a hotel whose name sounds like lyrics. It reminds me of my great aunt, La Bellissima Anna Moffo, an American coloratura soprano, though I never met her. Sometimes, I rummage online for archival footage of her opera performances, because my father’s memories are slim bones to pick, and she truly was magnificent. He once told me that she left 10
