You’re going to hurl shards of glass and bitchy looks at me. For the longest time, I had an aversion to visiting Italy. There, I admitted it.
I’d find myself at the Milano train station, with the full intention to see Florence or Venice but then I’d freeze.
A faint voice originated from the arched ceilings of glass and light, carrying down, and then sonically landing in my ear. “Don’t go.”
It just never felt right at the time, so I’d book a train ticket anywhere else instead. Munich. Paris. Madrid.
It was unfair to Italy wasn’t it? It’s not Italy’s fault.
Once I finally got there a friend sternly reminded me of something important: 80% of the world’s art is in Italy.
I think Italy has forgiven me, so it’s my mission to do it justice. Thus, I’ll give you a teaser of my time there, with more to come!
A wander around Rome will soon set a definite picture in your mind. One of an empire that was once feared or loved, may be never both at the same time. Interwoven in between what was Rome is the everyday push of life. Cars, office buildings, traffic and surviving another day. Just like anywhere.
The Roman Colosseum is a relic to Rome’s ambitious building standards, their vise grip on other conquered lands and characteristic of the former empire’s cruelty. For Rome was not unlike many larger than life cultures — full of sacrifice, blood, tears, wonders, and even superstition.
Sorrento is the epitome of slowness. Nobody moves quickly. Bougainvillaea vines grow lazily and long outside of white washed houses, while the blinding blue sky bleeds into the shimmering waters of the Gulf of Naples. It’s breathtaking.
Ohhh, Italy. Sure the economy is in a bit of the shambles. And many hostels lack air conditioning when summer is sweltering. Or eating pasta every night can get tiresome.
I think in the end Italy is about the art of living. Nothing moves so fast it hurts. People take time for themselves and their families. The pleasure of the ancient is incorporated into the modern beautifully.
I’m just sorry it took me this long.