Showing posts with label Rome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rome. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

There Are Places I Remember...


“All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall” 


This creamy, silky, steaming cup of cappuccino is a ritual of mine whenever I have visited my favorite city in the world. It’s enjoyed every morning, in exactly this spot, every single time and always outside. Often times I’m there as the restaurant is turning over it’s chairs and the market people setting up their offerings.


Some may think that I lack imagination for being so routine in a historic place. For me, it is anything but that. This particular cup has been enjoyed alongside some of the most special people I could ever know and reminds me of how very lucky I am in my life. 

I am talking about Rome and this is Campo dei Fiore.


This city, this cup, this spot, this feeling… the warmth and calm never elude me.

It’s not about the coffee exactly. It’s about the moments in time you allow yourself to just be and take in all the present has to offer. You feel it in your soul and know you’re creating something special with the people around you, friends or strangers. I’ve learned this here, in this spot with this cup. Take time to slow down. Be the observer and just watch it all come alive!

I’ve been to Rome on four occasions. However, it was the first one, with my mother, where my communion with this culture, it's people, began. Carving out and sharing a small piece of our day, every day, as the piazza began to bustle took us back to a simpler time.

Watching the “slow” life happen around us became a morning ceremony of sorts, each and every time we returned to Rome. These were quiet moments when none of us needed to speak, each leaving the table by ourselves, when the spirit moved, to explore and be totally drawn in by the people selling their food or the locals who were doing their daily shopping.


I visited this woman each morning. She was bundled up in a wool sweater against the morning chill and she trimmed artichokes. Each morning I would stop, watch and smile at her. She always smiled back. It became our thing and each morning our smiles became wider!

Cappuccinos in Roma make the world’s best milk mustaches!
This week’s prompt was  to write a 400 word memoir piece in which one of the following features prominently–wine, coffee, or chocolate.
I can’t wait to read these savory, stimulating, and sweet stories from your life.
Remember—memoir must be true—