I miss all the great map readers, direction knowers, east, west, north, south direction finders who’ve been here. The people who know without needing a compass which way the river is, which way the piazza this or the palazzo that is simply because they’re been there once. The Pats, Mikes and even the Angelas of this world who can point me in the right direction without looking at the map for 15 minutes. What happened to my internal compass? What happened God? Why wasn’t I given that knowledge? Why do I walk into the street and immediately feel confused? Is this fair? Is this right?
How many times do I have to go to the lavandaria before I know whether to turn right or left? Will five times be the charm? Huh, huh. I was standing in front of Andrea delle Valle, trying not to cry, looking right, looking left. My son-in-law is not saying a thing. He’s a very nice guy because I know he’s thinking stuff I don’t want to hear and he has the good grace not to say it.
“Hmmm, let me think? Angela said the river is right, right? No, no, she said she thought the river – right but it was not. But do I have to go towards the river to get to the wash and dry or do I have to go,,.. Oh, God, I’m lost again.
F… it, take a chance. Go right. Whoopiie! Correctomundo. God is great, God is good. We thank you for the right direction. Amen.
Amen brothers and sisters, talk later.
1 comment:
It's because you are vertically challenged and in addition to looking left and right you must also look up...:-D
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