I wish there was a way to take back home with me every trip to Italy that I’ve ever been on. A way to relive every moment, every feeling, every sound, taste, smell, every detail whenever I chose. A way to return to that moment in time where I felt truly happy and complete, where the past was but a distant thought and only the present existed. But for now all I have are my memories, words, and pictures. And, while I can’t relive those exact moments, occasionally those things that made me once feel whole, those feelings, those sounds, tastes, smells, those details come rushing back to me, even if only for an instant.
With these simple words and few pictures I hope to bring myself back to some of those moments. And I hope to take with me anyone that comes across this. The next few posts capture some of my thoughts and are snapshots from my short trip to Rome a few months ago. This wasn’t my first trip to Rome, or Italy for that matter, and it will definitely not be my last.
I love Italy and I love writing about anything and everything that relates to it. I can’t recall the one experience that triggered this feeling. It’s just always been. It’s a feeling that goes beyond the tangible, and often times rational, and is fully entrenched in the emotional. As is the case with love, you take the good with the bad, the strengths with the flaws and you love it as a whole. I hope all the future posts about Italy that follow will bring whoever reads this a little closer to my Italy and to loving it as much as I do, beautifully flawed and all.