She does not possess the ball-busting voice of a Gorr, Barbieri, or Zajick, true, but my goodness, she was in total control of her paradoxically cool but vibrant instrument, enough that she interpolated veristic inflections in this scene but also sang a soaring line that culminated in rock-solid sustained B flats. The audience erupted; I screamed ‘Brava Garanča’ so loudly my throat hurt, despite my exhaustion from getting there with fifteen minutes to spare after a day-long flight delay.