Florentine-flavored perspectives of a dual citizen who found a richer life in the Italy that her grandparents were forced to abandon 100 years ago.
Friday, March 23, 2012
This morning I reached into my purse to pay for a cappucino and out came these quarters. It's funny how a little thing can be so momentarily striking and thought provoking. I was caught by surprise because I must have put them there when I was in California a month ago. It just seems so far away, another lifetime.
It made me think of how much my life has changed and how fortunate I am to have found my new life in Italy. Every day my feet get planted deeper and deeper into the Italian earth.
Tonight while walking down my street, a violinist was on the sidewalk playing the softest Vivaldi. Not an uncommon sight in the zone where I live. Along with a loose Euro, I dropped the quarters in his violin case and thanked him for adding such sweet music to this glorious spring day in Florence.