oment 1: Clear, warm, salty. Comfortably wading, floating and swimming. Contently burning. Pages turn in One Hundred Years of Solitude. Open market and mortadella sandwich.

Moment 2: I am a mom. Arrived to a sleepy room. Gently turned off the lights, closed the windows, and set the coffee pot for the next day.

Moment 3: On the bus. Off the bus. How do you pay for these things? Americans feel the need to pay for everything. Random moments of realization. I am in Italy, I am in Italy, I am in Italy!


Young woman takes a stroll after the rain.		  
         
         
       
 
An Old Cagli Representation		 Moment 4: On and on we go-some haven't even woken up yet. That's life-think of the positive. Once again I find myself pressing my tired body against the cold walls in order to avoid being run over. Fabrizio's car passes as he shakes his blond curls humorously. Okay, my morning walk was worth all my effort.

Moment 5: What a night. I can only sense how singular we were. It felt like the world was with us. Instead we were only 20 screaming Americans in a quiet Italian piazza.

Moment 6: Stop chasing me, gladiator! Third day in Rome and the Romans are after me. I didn't know you were there, honestly. I spent my two minutes in the Coliseum. Way too hot, Rome is an inferno. An inferno of love! People are kissing everywhere!

Moment 7: A little girl decides that standing in the phone booth with me is more fun than playing with her friends. Laughing men stand in a group near the booth. It is dark out. The little girl starts to whisper. Points at the men. For a second I thought I was imagining her. And then, just as quickly as she came into my life, she was gone. I said goodnight to my mother. Headed up the hill. Kept glancing over my shoulder. The laughing men didn't move.

             
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