Roman holiday - the beginning

I spent almost one week in Rome. From the 14th to the 19th of September. I never got to go for a wedding abroad. Nor, to confess, was I anymore a "weddings fan", as I discovered in the meantime that not marriage is the confirmation of love, as obvious or....strange as it may seem. Deeper chains connect people for real. Now, I would be an hypocrite to say that I am against marriage, since I believe more than anybody, in "endless love", but sometimes the two of them don't match.

This time I got the invitation from a friend of mine, a beautiful Romanian 31 years old lady, with a beautiful soul and positive thoughts in her mind. She has always wanted to be a bride, to get married in Rome and I know that she attracted all these beautiful events and people into her life. More and more I believe in the power of attraction, in the power of thoughts, be them positive or negative. This is why I sometimes protect my soul from not confessing all my wishes or beautiful encounters to everybody. But this is also a confirmation of the fact that I am still weak and I believe that others can influence me in any way. My complicated mind makes sometimes beautiful things run away from me because I doubt. I am though doing my best.

I have no idea why I started to write about these when, while in Rome, the only word that crossed my mind for five days was....."sex". And yes, Elizabeth Gilbert was right when she was writing... "Every city has a single word that defines it, that identifies most people who live there. If you could read people's thoughts as they were passing you on the streets of any given place, you would discover that most of them are thinking the same thought. Whatever that majority thought might be - that is the word of the city. And if your personal word does not match the word of the city, then you don't really belong there. What is the Rome's word? Sex".

Sorry.

I am sorry I ruined your wishes to read a cultural short blog. I was lucky that some years ago I got to spend three months in Rome, doing almost nothing but analysing paitings, chasing the opening hours of I don´t know what unknown church that had a tiny Rafaello painting on its ceiling....or eating ice-cream. So I "studied" Rome and its beauties before. This time, my mentor was Elizabeth Gilbert. Before leaving, I read a few lines from her famous book, and all I remembered was that men were so handsome that "you feel like applauding them in the street" and that food was gorgeous. I am sorry to inform you that she was right. Thank you, Elizabeth. If I have to follow your steps and go to India to get peace of mind and heart and then to Bali to find love, I will do that to get all these.

Yes, Rome is made for pleasure. Everything leads to that. Environment, people, food.