When we first arrived, one year ago, it drove me insane with all of these slow walkers. They seemed to just wander the streets aimlessly, arm and arm. I found it maddening.
Then one day as I noticed some architecture, perhaps a fresco, I think I slowly started to “get it”. I started to pass the same things, but at different times of day, I saw how the sun changed their look. I started to notice the change of season by what was being sold in the outdoor bins at the Fruitteria and began to notice the same violinist on Via Del Corso. I would stop in my favorite churches and light candles for those I missed at home or things that I felt were out of my control.
Holy Crap–I’ve become a Nonna.
I then realized that in my neighborhood, those people who were arm and arm–were the elderly being led around by their hired caregivers. And thus, it has taken me a year to figure this out. But hey, rather that, than these poor souls wander off or wander into the dog stool samples left haphazardly in our neighborhood.
Below is a guy that I’ve seen many times in Piazza Navona, on this particular day, I think he looked mighty strong.
Ciao, I need to find my nurse.