Deep down, squelched under as it is by statistics, is the part of me that is attracted to the early 1900s British notion that going on an Italian holiday would bring about life-altering change. Leaving behind familiar things and the people who know you, or who think they do; being surrounded by people who live from the heart instead of the head; coming face-to-face with yourself and discovering what sort of person you really are underneath the dust of routine; being truthful, absolutely truthful, even if it's strange and awkward and frightening; releasing yourself to recognize and to feel all your emotions; becoming so real it changes everything and everyone you run across.
Maybe it's silly and fluffy and unintellectual, but there it is. Beneath all the accumulated life experience, part of me still believes in Italy.
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Lots of PDA there --at least, a month ago there was.
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