A vivid shade of Italian
My first truly golden sunset in Italy was the one I saw from our room up in the craggy hillside of Amalfi. I had climbed over 200 steps huffing and puffing thinking after the 121st step that my heart was going to leap out of my body and run away to find a quiet place to rest. Instead, I carried on taking one brave step after another till I reached the room and my world turned golden. The sunset gently kissed the waters of the ocean leaving them tremulous with myriad emotions. How could it not be that way? The sunset had barely glanced my way and I was smitten. Italy arouses emotions and passions that are always 200%….never less.
The cobbled streets of Florence are strewn with vividness. Turn a corner and you’ll encounter your 320th stone cathedral (they come in all sizes) in a particular shade of nondescript. Your curious eyes want to see it so your feet follow and then…boom…the vivid colours hit you. And as your sense scramble around trying to take them in you’re filled with one overwhelming feeling …can life really come in so many shades of vivid?
Pisa was grey and rainy. The real leaning tower was much smaller than it was in my head. I thought that only happened with people you have looked up to before meeting them, but clearly that was also the case with architectural marvels.
Siena’s gets into your bloodstream and makes you go languid and relaxed till all you want to do is put your mind away in your purse and shut it tight. No pesky thoughts to interrupt as you sip your wine and soak in the straggly beams of sunshine forcing their way through muscular clouds.
The Cinque Terra blue has a vividness that makes every other colour seem a little frayed at the edges. The blueness extends across the five little towns that share the rugged coastline and its aquamarine ocean waters. Every square inch of sky attached to it has surprises in store as it goes from coy pink to angry grey or mellow yellow. The palette is never ending.
Rome has attitude. The kind that walks up to you, sticks its face under your nose and demands that you take notice. No waiting on the sidelines for your attention…oh no. The vividness disappears in the glare of the lights but surfaces occasionally as you walk past a marble cherub’d exterior and comes to life within the magnificent walls of the Vatican. The sheer brilliance of the gilded ceilings and walls where heaven and hell meet in an explosion of colours is an experience in vividness that is beyond compare.
Sometimes all it takes to celebrate life and living is to walk through the colours, soak them in and let them take you on a rendezvous. The memories that come of this rarely fade and if you allow yourself to go back to them from time to time, they stay vivid.