I cant help but instantly smile. The bitter sweet arrival, pungent with strong coffee. Italy’s alive! Everyone is making eye contact and no-ones afraid to follow it through, a question a wink a smile. I’m walking fast, it feels good after a flight, feeling tall and strong under the weight of my baggage.
I help someone out, confirming that this was the right line to buy a ticket.
I drink an espresso, standing up at the bar, it lingers in my mouth, creamy, warm, invigorating. I drank it fast and finally said ‘grazie’ again – it poured out fast and a bit nonchalant, like i had been saying it after every caffe all my life.
The man from the ticket line bows his head and smiles at me, he looks infected too.
I strode on to my place on the platform and quickly write… I couldnt be more in love with my love affair with Roma. The train home confirms – I think its mutual 😉