For those of you who never really noticed, I’m back from two weeks in the beautiful European cities of Paris Rome, and Florence.
A bucket list item to be sure.
I’m full of culture, statues and gelato.
Have I changed?
How can one not change walking through the Villa d’Este, a 16th-century villa near Rome, famous for its terraced hillside Italian Renaissance garden and its profusion of fountains?
How can one not change eating dinner on a cruise ship while watching the Eiffel Tower make it’s sparkling sky show once an hour?
I worked all my life to get to this point in my life. I’ve been through raising two children, taking low-paying jobs so I could be home with my kids, working everything from a hosiery saleswoman to a bed and breakfast owner.
It was wonderful to see the work of Michelangelo and Galileo and Gustave Eiffel up close and personal. To see the sweat and heartache and brilliance of artists of all kinds.
It also was wonderful to see people in other countries living their lives like you and me, too. The little old man who owned the small store-front restaurant in Florence who served us dinner one night. The young, bright tour guide who shared his enthusiasm and knowledge and back stories about pieces in the Louvre. The crazy cab driver who slipped up and down the narrow streets of Florence so fast I thought I might be in the middle of a video game.
These were real people doing real things.
Maybe it wasn’t as big of a deal as sculpting a body out of marble of painting a ceiling, but their attitudes and contributions made for a wonderful memory in the lives of two seniors living in the Midwest.
The only thing is that you might have to endure occasional sharing of 1,262 (give or take) photos I took in two weeks. Blog-worthy pics, I must say.
What would you enjoy? Doors? Weird statues? Painted ceilings? Marble statues?
The world is endless …….