So we left Jules's folks' house and took a tram (how romantic is a tram?!), it was early in the morning, around 7am, the sun was shining, we were some of the only people wondering the streets at that time, ... it added to the magic of the moment. Jules and I have not really had the chance to spend much time alone in the past as we've always been hanging around with our friends, so this situation was new to us (me I felt a bit shy, he I don't know). It sort of felt like a first date I guess - but with our history, is that even possible??
Torino is one of the most visually stunning cities I have visited! What I adore about it, is how its beauty is a secret: if you don't look upwards, left and/or right when walking through its streets, but are the kind of human to always look down or straight ahead, you will not be part of Torino's secret. Also, because Torino does not fly on the same notoriety as cities such as Barcelona or Prague, it delves even further into a mystique underground that is only available to those with wide eyes and open heart! Torino is the city of passion - you don't just land there by mistake, you go there for you are passionate about cinema or architecture, food, wine (or in my case 'un uomo')... The passion of the Torinese is undeniably raw and baby, I lapped it all up! ;0)
We walked to my hotel as I needed to shower, change clothes and prepare an overnight bag as I was going to visit my friend Tom in Savona that afternoon for the night. We then decided to go to Torino's market which Jules made clear on more than one occasion, that it was THE BIGGEST MARKET IN EUROPE! It was a really big market, they have everything from clothes & shoes, food, antiques, second hand clothes... I fell in love with the antique market, I could picture decorating my home (one day as I don't have one at the moment) with everything I saw: old doors, chairs, frames, sculptures, copper pans, lamps - EVERYTHING caught my curious cat's eye!
Jules took me to a little Enoteca (wine bar, yes at 10am), it was such a nice little bar, so authentic we could have been on a film set; the young guy that was running the place was so sweet, another pure Torinese! How bad is it that when you leave London and go to the mainland, I spend my time commenting on how honest, truthful and good everyone is!!! Anyways, we started drinking wine, eating a board (I forgot the italian name for this) of local food, man the cheese was to die for, it was a local Toma. As the wine was flowing, so was our conversation - I could talk with that man for hours, I swear! We talked about our childhoods mainly, his stories were more gripping than the other, I was so enthralled and moved by his every word; at one point I was telling him about my father and my childhood and he said something along the lines of that it hurt him to hear this and if he could, he would go back and change it for me. How the hell can I not be in love amigos, how the hell!!!!!!!!!!! This narrator is a lost cause!!
We moved to the terrace part of the Enoteca on the street, facing the antique portion of the market, the sun was shining yet the temperature was still a bit cool. By this point, we had at least had 3 or 4 glasses of wine each and I am not sure if this is the reason that the next few hours are all a bit of a blur to me or because of the shock of the direction our conversation was to take. Jules tells me that he knows that we will be together, that he can't see himself marrying anyone else but me, that we would have the most beautiful children in the world, that I would be a great mother, that his brother loved me and that was very important to him, that it was his gut-instinct that we we would be together, that he always knew. I mean this is the reason I went to Torino, to figure out what I felt really, what he felt too and to decide what I had to do in my life, and Jules just delivers it to me at a terrace on a sunny Saturday morning... I was so far up in the clouds by that point, so caught-up in this whirlwind that we created, that I had no concept of right or wrong, or of reality, I was SPINNING! I remember him getting-up every 5min to kiss me, my forehead, my cheek, my eyes, I looked at that man and saw the man I would see for the rest of my life, the heart and soul inside him were so evident to me I was enticed, I could not look away. As a result, I think the only thing I could say was that he just voiced everything I feel and had been feeling.
By this point, it was about lunchtime and we were joined by Jules's friend Jim, and the morning's madness turned into an afternoon of further madness.
...To be continued...
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