Monday, July 28, 2008

Italy . . .

That one word simply does not describe the life that resides in that beautiful land.  Yet I will not gloss over the love that I have for that simple word.  Forever more will it hold an armload of warm feelings and rushes of pleasurable memories all within it's brief utterance.  Never have I been to a place as that which has given me such a place to belong in.  We fit each other perfectly and I will not pass into the after lands without having visited it again.  I find myself dreaming daily of my own villa in the hills which I can visit multiple times a year.  Sigh . . . why not every day?  My children would follow me.  Daily they voice their own versions of the same desire.  "Mommy, wouldn't it be nice if Italy was in the Netherlands?"  "Mommy, the sun was nicer in Italy." "In Italy . . . " and the list is endless.  My husband has voiced more than once the desirable positions he could attain in Italy.  Yet for some reason I hear that voice we've all been trained to listen to.  You all know it.  The one that seems to talk to you in the voice of your mother, "Wake up child and stop dreaming.  Welcome to the real world."  Well, there's this song I've heard from a favorite artist that claims there is no such thing as the real world.  Some of you may know it.  I realize now that I have experienced the awakening you expect you will find upon traveling Europe.  It is nothing I expected it to be.  It is like falling in love for the first time and tasting a new flavor that upon first touching your tongue you had an urge to dislike, but realize it's possibly the best thing it's ever touched before and then find yourself making that flavor linger on your tongue longer than it can possibly stay.

It is here that I beg of you to answer me one question.  Would you prefer that I lavish you with the intimate details of my view on this world experience or that I gloss it over and compress it into a quick and quiet travel diary?

You know you've only one answer, but you must answer anyway.

12 comments:

Lisa said...

mmmm. if we're talking italy, i would prefer every last delicious detail, pretty please.

Elizabeth said...

I completely agree with Lisa. There's something so lovely about Italy that it must be discussed at length. With pictures. ;)

Anonymous said...

More, More, and More....please!
Don't forget lots of pictures.
Eileen

daphne said...

I'll show you mine if you show me yours ;) Hate hate hate that we will be flying back in one week. It just isn't fair!
love - as always.

Jorge said...

I've always loved Italy, so PLEASE lavish and ravish us with details of your visit! Thought I may have seen many of the same places, we all look at the world from our own unique perspective, and thus see very different hings in the same geography. Be well,
J.

Holy said...

Jungle Mama, where are you?

I want to hear all about your travels. And back to school. But I get how busy your life with the Screech, Squirrel and Spider are. (and JD, of course). :)

Jorge said...

Haven't heard from the Jungle for a long time. Hope you are all well. I miss your updates.
J.

Mannyed said...

you packed up and moved to Italy haven't you! I would be so jealous if you did, hehe.

Anonymous said...

I finally found out about this new place. Have always been wondering how have you guys been...Wrote a couple emails to the old address but never got a reply...

Looks like you are doing fine and so are the rest of the family. Take care and say hello to Jadin for me. When will you guys come back?
Huifang

Anonymous said...

Hi...It's your patter-friends. We wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year! Keep in touch! R.

Nebraska Fillemans said...

Hey Sher! Hows it goin'? Where you at??? I haven't heard from you in awhile! Drop us a line, blog...something so we know you are okay! :-) Blessings to all of you!

Tonya

MyFrogs said...

Finally found you again, and now I see you're not blogging so much anymore. Was missing my Dutch home, so I looked you up. Give NL a kiss hello!