The country of my dreams…
Italy is one country that holds a special place in my heart. I have visited the country several times in my dreams, and in the illusions of movies and literary works. However, this journey has only been a mirage in my dreams. Italy is where my heart lies and it is the country I wish to visit most.I would like to take a walk back into history in all the museums, monuments and galleries in Rome, Sicily, Florence, Pisa, and just about anywhere in Italy, that commemorate every eon in history. This would let me envisage the moments of the great Roman Empire to the Renaissance and reminisce of what was once the cradle of civilization. Italy being a unique place full of art, archeology, history, and folklore would be ideal in any season, whether in summer, spring, autumn or winter.
Italy is home to some breathtaking sceneries and landscapes. It has heavenly white beaches which would be ideal for me to laze in the summer sun. I would want to visit the picturesque Sicily, the land where the mountains feet soak into the ocean. The land of Maria Puzo’s ‘Godfather’ or the ‘The last Don’. The Mafia. Sicily is also home to some of the best vineyards in the world. What unspoken beauty it would be for me to sip wine on the amber land under a sky of blue in summer, or hearing tales of great Mafia families during winter while watching the palm trees dusted with snow in a surreal symphony. In spring I would run as free as an Impala in the meadows by the vineyards set against greenest fields.
Venice is a lovely heaven on earth. It is a city where I would venture for romance, dreamily canoeing around the city lagoon all day, admiring the beautiful architecture and marveling at the myriad of history that lies beneath the still waters that surround the city. In the evening I would probably watch the sunset by the lagoon and have a scrumptious meal of homemade pizza in the piazza.
Perhaps I would then visit Rome. This is one city that holds the greatest fascination for me with its rich history, dating from the times of Saint Peter to the renaissance. My to visit the Vatican cathedral would be like waking up to fantasy land for me. It would be like I had died and risen. I would wish to see the great works of Michelangelo; before I die I would want to see the Michelangelo’s Duomo (Dome) a masterpiece for all times. I would also visit the seat of the Catholic Church, The Vatican in Rome. This would be like the journey of the Prodigal son returning to his father, I would be returning to the seat where my faith begun, and it would be like a dream come true for me.
I would walk in the footsteps of Leonardo Da Vinci and many great artists who delivered art into what it is today. I would feel the passion of their dreams as they created their masterpieces through the galleries and museums. I would sit in an opera, and listen to the beautiful sonatas orchestras or Mozart like a hundred cherubim’s singing from heaven. My spirit would rise with the music as if I was to receive a kiss from heaven, and joy would fill my soul.
To spoil myself I would visit Milan the Fashion District of Italy, where I would shop till I drop. I would probably satisfy my curiosity by window shopping through the over-priced shops of Gucci, Fendi and Versace or Valentino. And for prices that would ensure that I don’t burst my pockets, I would shop in the more humanely priced shops around Trevi Fountain for shoes, the Largo del Tritone for leather goods and Via Nazionale for fashion clothes.
My visit would not be complete, with sampling the food and wine of Italy. The ideal place for this would be by the Piazza overlooking the leaning Tower of Pisa. Surrounded by dozens of doves, I would sit and enjoy a meal of homemade Risotto with a glass of Chianti as I dreamily watch the world pass by, dreading the day when I would have to return to the jungle of buildings and traffic ― Nairobi. Well, I would probably have tossed a coin over my shoulder into the mythical Trevi Fountain in Rome, which would certainly assure me of my return to Italy, probably in another lifetime
(Post-note: In 2010 I accomplished my dream to visit Italy, and visited most of the aforementioned places)
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