I love travelling. I mean I REALLY love travelling to new places and experiencing new cultures. As you read this, I’ll be on a plane heading to Italy for a month or, if it’s Monday or later, I’ll be in Rome—the Eternal City.
This is a dream trip for me. Four years in anticipation, a year in the planning, a lifetime of longing.
What is it about Italy that draws me? Her history? Her culture? The romance evoked as soon as you speak her name?
Even the name is romantic. Notice I refer to Italy as a person—female, of course—and how could I not?
When I was seven, my family travelled to England on the Fairstar, now part of the Pacific Princess line. We stopped in Naples for a day. One day! How could that have enticed me to consider Italy as my dream destination? A seven year old’s impression of a city must needs be simplistic, right? Yet I have several powerful images from that day trip to Napoli that I cannot shake.
Was it something else that attracted me to the ‘boot’? As a teenager, I loved Ancient History at school—with a passion. You should always love with passion of course, and Italy’s power through the ages, more than a millennia to influence the known world at that time, was immense. Am I attracted to power then? Not really. What else then?
Michaelangelo? Leonardo? Romeo and Juliet? Pasta? Help!
I’ve considered the numerous and varied Italian influences on my life, from an Italian boyfriend at uni to my love of Mediterranean food and romance languages (I learned French—it was the closest my school came to Italian!). Ultimately, I can’t pin down any single reason for my desire to spend time in Italy other than a need to experience her for myself. And in the end, isn’t that enough?
I’d love to hear of your best Italian experience, but please note I may take a little time to respond. Hey, I’m on holiday—in ITALY!
Till next time