Mood: Astonished // Song: Christophe Beck – Roma
Style & Diary: My skin glowed under Italy’s morning light, as I laid there, heavenly between soft white clouds covered in satin sheets. Overwhelmed with joy. I smiled. My hotel room lingered of fresh cut flowers and cologne. His cologne. Slowly but surely all thoughts of him rushed in. Antonio.
“I have a feeling you won’t be leaving here soon…,” his words still rings in my ear. He was right.
For three weeks, we journeyed across ancient roads filled with architecture, markets and noise. Paired with “oohs and Ahhs” and spirits of Roman Gods watching over us. Confident that I walked in the same path as Julius Caesar, I exhaled. I exhaled often. Italy was perfect.
“I want to show you Tuscany…” he said still serious. Still intense “…And take you to the best wine vineyard in Italy.” Okay, Antonio…
Unfortunately, ‘Okay Antonio’ seemed to be all I could say since I’ve been here. Words fall short when you’re under great beauty. He smiled and gave me that look. I must find a dictionary soon…in English.
By 2pm or was it 6pm, I’m not sure, but all my senses mingled together in harmony and delight. Blushes, Reds, and Whites lowered my inhibitions and intensified my drive. Was this his plan?
“We’re going dancing tonight…” he says, still giving me that look. The look of Mischief. I returned the look and said…
‘Okay, Antonio…’ oh, not again!
(to be continued)
Who is Antonio, you ask? Read Here.
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