The Underdog Triumphs

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Italian Dreams

This was written 2 weeks ago in my school notebook to be published at a later date (although I didn't mean for 2 weeks to go by).

I'm sitting in the Italian Cafe watching the wet snow while sipping my vanilla lattee. I need a break from my work--too much research has been done on these dense leadership theories and concepts. I frequent this cafe on Sunday afternoons to do some work and daydreaming. Today's dream will soon become a reality.

An act of generosity has allowed one of the few dreams I have in this life to come true.

As I glance at the bar I remember the first time I came here with Brad. How we ooh'd and ahh'd over the cookies, lattes, even the little spoons. We commented on the photo of the baby hung on the wall. "My daughter," the owner proudly declared. He based the cafe on ones found in Venice. Next time he is here I will have to ask if there is a specific one so I can visit when I travel there in June.

3 days in Rome, 3 days in Florence, and a couple of days in Venice. I can't wait to walk through the piazzas, sample the gelato, sip my espresso in the morning at an outdoor cafe people watching and soaking all the culture in. I read somewhere that an advantage of traveling means you can be anyone you want. While Tziv and I are in Italy we will ooze sexuality--go out to nice dinners wearing black dresses, heals and makeup (a stretch for me but I think Italy is great place to start working on the lack of self-confidence and maybe, pervertedly, I can't wait for all the lewd hoots and shouts of "Bella.")

During the day we will go to art museums, walk the streets and window shop--one of my favorite scenes from a movie is from Six Degrees of Separation when Stockard Channing was strangely allowed to take a little lift to the top of the Sistine chapel and slapped the hand of God. Another favorite scene of a movie is the infamous one from Roman Holiday when Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant slip their hands into the Mouth of Truth.

I am bursting with excitement. I will never be able to express my thanks to Tzivia for this extraordinary gift--for giving me something to look forward to and memories to share for rest of our lives.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Tziv said...

wow girl you made me weep! What is life for if not for spending it doing amazing things with an amazing person thank you for accepting.

11:51 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

That is very exciting! Have a great trip!

3:19 PM  

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