just read the comments and more musings
I just read the comments from Krista and Carey. I will definately have to find a way of posting my brief video clips of the tatoo and new apartment. I am having a bit of difficulty accessing the end of my Italian Dream tour, Sicily, Germany, UK tour, and France from my camera and hoping I can work something out when Adrian comes to Toronto. I have been uploading some of the Italy pictures and cannot wait for a moment when I can start placing pictures on the blog and reflecting on the whole process.
I think people who know me well will understand why I still see Ireland and Scotland as home and how it all ironically ties into Termini Immerse, Sicily. Pictures can convey so much more than what we can say in words or can clarify our memories. I just started going through my Venice at night photos and it is the first time I feel disappointed that they do not really show the true magic and spectacle of seeing Venice for the first time in a gondola at night. I had so many emotions in me as images of Othello with Kenneth Branagh, Madonna's Like a Virgin, my dad's old episodes of I Spy and the recent film Casanova flooded my mind and I felt like I could partake in part of that experience. I think it helps that I am also listening to Nek's cd, Una Parta di mi and the Italian Super Hits while I look back on these videos. I can still feel the slight breeze and the urge to dip my hand into the gentle tides next to me.
The champagne also made the night seem more uplifting and romantic. I remember a time when I felt like swaying and dancing to the music in the distance, but did not want to rock the boat. It was also the first time I noticed Riccardo gazing at me and I listened to his conversation with the gondolier and I was pleasantly surprised when I understood the banter and jokes. I remember wanting Adrian to sit next to me and sharing the whole experience with him and a part of me superimposing those feelings onto the nearest male. Ruth kept saying the whole experience embodied the true spirit of the Italian Dream; well she kept repeating this is an Italian dream and that is when an image of Phantom of the Opera popped into my head. I guess we would have been the leading ladies and this new blend of Adrian and Riccardo would have been the phantom, but that didn't seem too pleasant.
I remember giggling with Li that night about the cute couple. The girl seemed so in love and the boy seemed anxious about something; it was not until later that we discovered that the boy proposed while we were listening to that beautiful music in the distance. I also remember holding her hand as we inched towards the ferry when we left Venice and how we were both scared of the water. My fondest memory of Li that night must be when we were both searching for the moon at night and bumped heads in the process. I really like how we were so easily amused by the water and the beautiful evening.
I fell in love with Venice that night and it only seems appopriate that Palermo was created by the Venetians and I love it just as much. I remember how San Marco glistened and sparkled at night. There was such serenity in the piazza as we strolled around in solitude. It seemed that for a moment we were the kings and queens going out for a lovely walk at night. As I gazed at a few couples dancing to a local swing band. The men in white suits swaying ontop of a red platform creating an intoxicating atmosphere filled with jazz, swing and romance.
We met Riccardo by the bell tower and that was the second time I noticed him gazing at me as he spoke to everyone surrounding me. I noticed a small smile creep onto my face as I sat next to the cute couple who I later discovered were called Joe and Drina from Canada. We all meandered to look at the Bridge of Sighs. Riccardo told us stories of the prisoners crossing the bridge and pausing in front of the window for their last glimpse at the outside world before the entered a dark and gloomy world of confinement and despair. Okay, so I added my own twist there. He told us of how the Dodge's wife rescued Casanova and as a way of expressing his gratitude, Casanova kissed her. He looked at the group and encouraged them to take a moment to kiss their loved ones and then he looked at me from the corner of his eye. I took a step back as he said that we were welcome to kiss him if we didn't have anyone. That was the perfect opportunity for the Australian woman from Brisbane to grab Riccardo's face and give him a light kiss on the lips as we all smiled.
And that is when we walked to the ferry and li and i were giggling about the cute couple and the whole water thing. hehehehehe. I should get back to my work now, but I will tell more later.
I think people who know me well will understand why I still see Ireland and Scotland as home and how it all ironically ties into Termini Immerse, Sicily. Pictures can convey so much more than what we can say in words or can clarify our memories. I just started going through my Venice at night photos and it is the first time I feel disappointed that they do not really show the true magic and spectacle of seeing Venice for the first time in a gondola at night. I had so many emotions in me as images of Othello with Kenneth Branagh, Madonna's Like a Virgin, my dad's old episodes of I Spy and the recent film Casanova flooded my mind and I felt like I could partake in part of that experience. I think it helps that I am also listening to Nek's cd, Una Parta di mi and the Italian Super Hits while I look back on these videos. I can still feel the slight breeze and the urge to dip my hand into the gentle tides next to me.
The champagne also made the night seem more uplifting and romantic. I remember a time when I felt like swaying and dancing to the music in the distance, but did not want to rock the boat. It was also the first time I noticed Riccardo gazing at me and I listened to his conversation with the gondolier and I was pleasantly surprised when I understood the banter and jokes. I remember wanting Adrian to sit next to me and sharing the whole experience with him and a part of me superimposing those feelings onto the nearest male. Ruth kept saying the whole experience embodied the true spirit of the Italian Dream; well she kept repeating this is an Italian dream and that is when an image of Phantom of the Opera popped into my head. I guess we would have been the leading ladies and this new blend of Adrian and Riccardo would have been the phantom, but that didn't seem too pleasant.
I remember giggling with Li that night about the cute couple. The girl seemed so in love and the boy seemed anxious about something; it was not until later that we discovered that the boy proposed while we were listening to that beautiful music in the distance. I also remember holding her hand as we inched towards the ferry when we left Venice and how we were both scared of the water. My fondest memory of Li that night must be when we were both searching for the moon at night and bumped heads in the process. I really like how we were so easily amused by the water and the beautiful evening.
I fell in love with Venice that night and it only seems appopriate that Palermo was created by the Venetians and I love it just as much. I remember how San Marco glistened and sparkled at night. There was such serenity in the piazza as we strolled around in solitude. It seemed that for a moment we were the kings and queens going out for a lovely walk at night. As I gazed at a few couples dancing to a local swing band. The men in white suits swaying ontop of a red platform creating an intoxicating atmosphere filled with jazz, swing and romance.
We met Riccardo by the bell tower and that was the second time I noticed him gazing at me as he spoke to everyone surrounding me. I noticed a small smile creep onto my face as I sat next to the cute couple who I later discovered were called Joe and Drina from Canada. We all meandered to look at the Bridge of Sighs. Riccardo told us stories of the prisoners crossing the bridge and pausing in front of the window for their last glimpse at the outside world before the entered a dark and gloomy world of confinement and despair. Okay, so I added my own twist there. He told us of how the Dodge's wife rescued Casanova and as a way of expressing his gratitude, Casanova kissed her. He looked at the group and encouraged them to take a moment to kiss their loved ones and then he looked at me from the corner of his eye. I took a step back as he said that we were welcome to kiss him if we didn't have anyone. That was the perfect opportunity for the Australian woman from Brisbane to grab Riccardo's face and give him a light kiss on the lips as we all smiled.
And that is when we walked to the ferry and li and i were giggling about the cute couple and the whole water thing. hehehehehe. I should get back to my work now, but I will tell more later.
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