I was about to upload another photo of my secluded village and start yelling about how i hate big cities and people running like crazy, stepping on your toes, pushing you around and squeezing you in the metro. ( I think i yell a lot lately… i ‘ll check on that!)
And then i thought, wait a minute, i ‘ve traveled abroad in a big city (once), i might as well blog a bit about it! Yes, i haven’t traveled much. You guessed right, this is NOT another travel blog….!
As a child i ‘ve spent all my summers surrounded by italians. Families who visited Greece every year and spent months in my little village. I remember Valeria bringing her own potted basil from Italy, Anna singing and dancing in the yard, Milena cooking green pasta and the men going fishing. So i always thought of Italians as passionate, beautiful people with strong personalities who looked like Greeks (una faccia, una razza).And Then i visited Rome.
Me and my boyfriend only stayed for 3 nights so i didn’t have the time to see the real Rome. And even though i was pretty excited about this trip, at the end it felt quite….sad.
Rome is a breathing monument. Amazing work of art can be found in the middle of the street, you can walk into pieces of Bernini (piazza Navona), things that you can’t imagine were done by the hands of a man, like Michelangelo’s Pieta. You really see what’s left of another time, what Italians were capable of before todays urbanization….
Now i hear about people cutting pieces of the Pieta, i see tourists laughing and taking pictures in a church (where there are catholics praying) and others taking pictures of the Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel, ignoring the fact that the camera flash can damage a painting. The fountain of Trevi is suffocated among buildings and people who work in cafeterias, in many cases unfortunately, were rather rude…
I guess Greece is like that too. Known for its history and civilization, but time has caught us up and now there are just a few signs that magic was done here by true artists.
Still, there are places and corners you feel peace, feel like you know a place, and a country. I felt overwhelming in front of the Porta del Popolo and the twin churches, i saw the old Rome in Trastevere and a bit of Greece in the gardens of Villa Borghese.
I would visit Italy again and again. I ‘ve grown up with its language, its songs and tastes. The part of Italy i ‘ve met through its people must be hidden in there somewhere and eventually i am going to get to it! 🙂