Religious Rome

What can I tell you about religious Rome? I had at least two special moments. One, was when I got to visit Santa Monica's tomb. I knew about the church, had no idea where exactly it was and just strolled randomly in the streets. As hazard does its job so beautifully, I found it without even looking for it on purpose. I got into the church, completely forgot that in Italy it is not very polite to go in the church with your shoulders uncovered....so, I got in with my "beach dress", showing my back and my shoulders. I get in, go see Santa Monica, take pictures, smile...I am happy, happy, happy...and then I get out just to call Elzi back to show her that special place. Well, this time I am not allowed to enter anymore. They didn't see me the first time so I hope I have been forgiven :-))

This is a place I consider with good vibes - the tomb of Rafaello, with this sweet, delicate doves.

"The great Sufi poet and philosopher Rumi once advised his students to write down the three things they most wanted in life. If any on the list clashes with any other item, Rumi warned, you are destined for unhappiness. Better to live a life of single-pointed focus, he taught"-another Elizabeth quote :-)

And then....the second special moment for me, apart from visiting Vatican....was my brief moment of happiness, my very special sunset moment, when I get into a narrow street, and all I see is light and shadows, and light....and I take it as a miracle and I see myself under the natural, Sun spotlight. Thank you, Sun! You know I love you much :-))

In Rome, I have been asked what makes me happy. I do not have a definition for that. I just know when my heart is happy and I let her express herself as she can - sometimes clumsy, sometimes more openly, other times shy or too bold. My happiness is made out of moments, like I guess anybody's happiness is made out of. And then....my happiness is made out of so abstract moments, places and events, that I sometimes cannot define them. I love sunrises, sunsets, the Ocean, I LOVED MY view from my balcony in Lisbon, I loved walking in the street in Rome, I love smiling at people and feeling their good energy bathing me, I loved the wedding I attended, when I started to cry like a baby, seeing an overwhelmed with feelings bride and then....I loved it when I forgot again who I was and how I was and I walked in the street like a Buddhist monk for a few moments, with my mind emptied from useless thoughts. And I loved that because I let all the good energy and vibes invade me, in a huge city like Rome, I get to meet my friend, the bride to be, in the street, and I start calling her name....and when I meet wedding guests, the very next day, at a restaurant, next to the Pantheon, where I used to spend almost all my time in Rome :-)

I love good hearts and magic encounters. I love magic! Happiness = my magic moments.