Hands
At this moment I am in the Borghese gardens (in Rome) sitting against a tree, eating bread, and hiding from flirtatious old men calling “ciao bella” *muah muah. The glorious Sistene Chapel graced my eyes today. I saw God’s finger give life to Adam, and bestow upon him the ability to create. I saw God’s hands in Michaelangelo’s paintings and in his brush. I’ve felt God’s hands guide my steps, feed me Italian words, and stop my own hands from shaking. His reality needs no more evidence. In this place, the land of 100000 tourists, ancient climbing staircases, and flocks of people crowding to see, it’s easy to recognize the man’s search for beauty, and perfection. Abundantly manifested in smooth marble and swirling colors.
The vatican museum…WOW! Quoting Ariel (the mermaid), ” how many wonders can one cavern hold?”. Etruscan candelabras, Greek vases, Roman statues in abundance. by the end my legs were filled with iron. I could not walk a minute more. So I found a gelateria, and got Nutella and Cherry flavored gelato. I took the train back to the hostel and took a nap, bought a 1 euro H&M shirt from a Madagascarian guy who tried to rip me off ( I caught him, and he smiled and started asking me questions..” so beautiful, where are you from? what is your name?” ). Then went to find a nice place to write, I did find a nice one in the garden until crazy guys kept flirting with me, and I was forced to abandon my lovely tree in the Borghese Gardens and flee to the crowded Piazza del Popolo.
Later that night I found these quotes in the Hostel guest book
” Happy the man
happy he alone
who can call to day his own
He secure within can say
“Tomorrow do thy worst for I have lived today”
and…
” It’s not about what you can see, or the destinations you’re trying to get to, it’s about the people you encounter, and the things you experience along the way.”
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