Saturday, May 25, 2013
Una Mattina di Maggio (A Morning in May)
This morning I was having my breakfast by an open window. The cool breeze, the birds chirping, the glorious sun filtering through the trees ... and I grew melancholy.
Just like that.
I think it was because the weather was so perfect that it triggered memories of our last trip to Italy in which mornings just like this meant adventures around every corner: weaving in and out of the columns in St. Peter's Square, exploring Trastevere in the evenings, watching the sun from the cliffs in Sorrento, eating a panino on the steps of the Pantheon, haggling with vendors at the mercato ...
By the time I finished my cappuccino, though, I decided I wasn't going to wallow in my melancholia. I came up with a plan: I would meander through the Saturday Market on the River, purchase a loaf of fresh bread and some fresh vegetables (which I would carry in my new Thirty-One Inside-Out Bag which I like to call my mercato bag), listen to the street musicians, walk along the river, and enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells of a beautiful spring day.
And that's exactly what I did.