I’m feeling nostalgic after reading all the posts about impending vacations abroad.
It could have been the spiritual connection that draws me in to Italy. It could be my cultural ancestry as well. It could be the enchanted and changing landscapes of each region, the masterful gastronomic and visual art, or the warm hospitality of the Italian people.
All I know is being seated at a noontime Mass in a small village among family members, hearing a Christian Mass recited in Latin, and listening to familiar liturgical songs being sung in Italian made me cry. All I know is that walking the quiet streets of Rome at 5:00 AM on a warm fall morning with a close friend who was then a newly-minted cancer survivor made me cry. All I know is that seeing Venice for the first time made me cry. All I know is that seeing David for the first time took my breath away and then made me cry.
All I know is I feel this wellspring each time I visit Italy.
About Me
- flygirl
- A woman, mother, daughter, sister, lover. Live in a technicolor world. Enjoy travelling. A garden is eye candy. Dogs are nice but cats are better. I'm an Amazing Race junkie. I have one foot in Boston and one foot in Hawaii. Prickly pear marguaritas and homemade limoncello are 'bene'! A die-hard rock n roller. Mantra - "Living in the Here and Now". Visit me at my home blog, Synchronicity, at http://pono12.blogspot.com/ Aloha~
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2 comments:
From one cry baby to another, I totally "Get YOU!"
I feel the exact same way! I have not gone to mass in years here, but will pop in to one now and then in Italy and even though I don't understand most of the language, the familiarity is the same.
Friends constantly ask me - why Italy? Do you have a boyfriend there? As if that would be my only reason to keep returning. That feeling I get when I am there is so hard to describe. I can describe the people, the scenery, the art, the churches, etc. but it is the feeling that really is what draws me back each time...
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